heart shape things

Imagine Woozi tracing random words and shapes on your skin when you fall asleep in his arms.


Tryna get back into drawing but I’m months out of practice and everything is hard to draw :^) I woke up with the inspiration for this comic yesterday morning so I decided to take a step back and just pop out something simple. 

Master fic list post

All the cool kids were doing their own list and I have nothing better to do.
*updated 10/23/17

Only on AO3:

Family Hour
Let Bygones Be Bygones
Moving Pictures
New Year, New Us
Closer to Home
Distinctly Mulder
We Wish You a Happy Holiday
Another Christmas Carol
That Was Then, This is Now
One Lonely Night
Before There Was Closure
Looking Back: Nine Moments That Changed Things
The Unscene
Quantum Leap
A Miracle Would Happen
Never Give Up
Not Alone
The Long Goodbye
Enter, A Stranger

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When she’s a teenager, El’s powers start causing her terrible headaches on a regular basis. On those days, Joyce turns out all the lights, fluffs the pillows, and cuddles up in bed next to her daughter, running her fingers through El’s hair until she’s asleep.

On those days, Mike comes over after school to help Will quietly prepare dinner and tidy the house, and he always brings along a collection of El’s favourite candy bars and a heart-shaped balloon.

vargulllf  asked:

For the fic thing: heart shaped glasses

title: heart shaped glasses

pairing: ron weasley x cormac mclaggen

Ron has had a tiny, surprisingly messy “maybe” scrawled on the inside of his left wrist since he was two months old.  

It's—generic. Unassuming. Basic, if he’s being optimistic about it; disappointing, if he’s being honest. Everyone meets their soulmate, eventually. That’s the point. Ron gets that. But he’s spent almost twenty years having to contend with the fact that there’s a decent chance he’ll meet his and never actually fucking know.

Like, his brothers all have unique, wildly interesting words on their wrists. Memorable words. Words that’ll make for great stories at dinner parties, words that won’t get lost in the monotonous shuffle of everyday life, words that they’ll hear and feel and recognize, instinctively and immediately, because how many people are running around saying shit like, “Sorry, but were you one of the divers in that BBC documentary about hammerhead sharks?

Ron’s just—he’s not bitter.  

Or resentful.

Or jealous.  

Or whatever the fuck everyone’s so worried about.  

He’s not.

He’s just—sad. Resigned. Tired of asking, like, the hostess at Cheesecake Factory if there’s a wait for a table, tired of watching her bite her lip and study her tablet and murmur, “Maybe,” while Ron’s gaze darts to her wrist and he searches for his own handwriting and doesn’t fucking find it. And it’s alarming, he thinks, how many people he interacts with on a daily basis who can feasibly respond to an innocent question about the weather, or the syllabus, or the sports bar next to Pizza Hut that doesn’t card—it’s alarming how many of them can shrug and say, “Maybe,” like Ron’s heart isn’t seizing in his chest, like Ron isn’t hoping, pathetically, that they’re the one. That they’re his.

They’re never the one.

They’re never his.

And then it’s the summer before he leaves for college, and he’s standing in Lee Jordan’s musty half-finished basement, a crinkling can of Rolling Rock in one hand and a cheesy potato burrito in the other, watching Cormac McLaggen frantically try to dunk his iPhone in a puddle of rapidly melting ice.

“What the fuck,” Ron says around a mouthful of hot sauce. “You alright, dude?”

McLaggen glances up, eyes wide and glassy. “Maybe,” he half-whispers. “I—there’s this girl? We were—dating? Or whatever? And, like. I don’t want to do that anymore?”

Ron takes another big bite of his burrito. Chews. “So…you dumped her?”

No,” McLaggen hisses, prodding fearfully at his phone’s power button. “I didn't—I, like, tried to dump her, and I thought it would be…okay, since our words don’t match, right, but then she started crying and talking about her cousin’s wedding and her NuvaRing prescription and this puppy she wants me to put a deposit down on and I was, like, man. Man. I cannot.”

Ron swallows noisily. “So…you’re hiding from her?”

“What?” McLaggen huffs. “Dude, no, don’t be ridiculous.” He frowns as the Apple icon flickers weakly on the screen of his phone. “Fuckshit motherfucking—oh, now you’re indestructible?”

Ron hums and crumples up his burrito wrapper, burping into his fist before draining what’s left of his beer. “Want me to just do it for you?”

McLaggen’s phone buzzes several times in quick succession, and he flinches. “Do what?”

“Dump your girlfriend,” Ron says casually. “So there’s less, like, drama. Or whatever.”

McLaggen freezes.

And then squints.

And then blinks.

And then grins.

It won’t be until much, much, much later that Ron realizes what McLaggen’s first word to him was.

[ send me a fic title, and i’ll tell you what i’d write for it! no more please ]

Voltron Valentines Day Headcanon

• Hunk and Allura make valentine cookies, cake, and cupcakes for everyone (Allura not knowing what this holiday is but quickly wanting to take part because it sounds fantastic)

• Pidge hanging heart shaped things all over the ship

• Shiro being happy-go-lucky and wishing everyone a ‘happy valentines day’ and just enjoys it with everyone else

• Lance would once in a while make flirty comments towards Allura who would just sigh and wave it off

• Coran made his mustache into a heart
(I NEEDED IT OKAY) and is laughing with everyone else

• Marmora dads not know what a valentines day is either but very fascinated

• Keith doesn’t come out of his room for one bit

• They assume he hates valentines day or something

• Concerned marmora dads

• Lance calling him lame

• Lance: “He’s like the Christmas grouch, but for Valentines day”

• Hunk: “Maybe he never had anyone to spend it with”

• Suddenly the door opens

• A blushy Keith stands there and avoids contact with everyone having little Valentines day cards for everyone CUT VERY BADLY BUT HE TRIED

• “They’re not very good but… Happy Valentine’s day..”

• ….silence…..

• “kEITH!!!!!!1!1!1!!”

• Everyone is happy and smiley

• slav

• Shiro screaming

Black Panther's Heart-Shaped Herb Isn't 'Magic' in Film
Black Panther's powers aren't magical, but rather, derive from a more realistic method, as confirmed by Marvel Studios chief Kevin Feige.

Marvel’s first teaser trailer for Black Panther has set the hype-meter high for the film’s February debut, and one of the things we’ve learned from the footage is that the titular hero’s powers aren’t magic-based. Instead, his powers come from utilizing a much more realistic (so to speak) method.

In the comics, Black Panther’s superhuman powers stem from the Heart-Shaped Herb, a plant that only grows in Wakanda. The herb, a plant mutated from a Vibranium meteorite, is part of an intense initiation process for the person who holds the title of Black Panther; the juices of the herb are applied to the warrior’s body. The warrior who survives the process — supposedly only nobility can withstand it — will gain healing powers as well as super speed, strength, agility, and other abilities akin to a super-soldier. Basically, the Black Panther is like Captain America.

In the movies, however, the Black Panther’s powers are much more spiritual in nature. As shown in the trailer, there is a ritual occurring that has to do with the Heart-Shaped Herb and the Black Panther. However, the herb itself isn’t what gives the Black Panther his powers.

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“People who read the comics would be familiar with the Heart-Shaped Herb and the ceremonies that surround that,” Marvel Studios President Kevin Feige said to Entertainment Weekly. “That’s partially spiritual. We certainly don’t call it magic, but there’s Vibranium that has been interwoven within that soil and that land for thousands of years, so there are other things going on with it.”

“The Heart-Shaped Herb is how Black Panther achieves his powers. He can fight and-to-hand with Cap, who is a super-soldier, so he has super strength and heightened instincts that give him enhanced abilities,” director Ryan Coogler said. “The Heart-Shaped Herb is what Black Panthers over the generations would consume, once they earn the title, which gives them their physical edge.”

The powers of the Heart-Shaped Herb are things only experienced warriors can handle; if you’re not of the caliber of a Black Panther, like the film’s villain Killmonger (Michael B. Jordan), then you are welcoming in some adverse effects. In the comics, Killmonger consumed the herb and nearly died trying to learn more about its properties in order to overthrow T’Challa, the current Black Panther.

RELATED: Black Panther’s Ulysses Klaue Will Get a More Comics-Accurate Look

Black Panther, which also stars Lupita Nyong’o, Angela Bassett, Daniel Kaluuya, Florence Kasumba, Danai Gurira, Forest Whitaker, Martin Freeman, and Andy Serkis, will come to theaters February 16, 2018. According to Marvel’s synopsis for the film, Black Panther will revolve around T’Challa coming into his own as king of Wakanda as he protects his home and way of life from forces threatening to destroy his nation and the world.

Valentine’s #3: Old Traditions

Length: Short

“Mommy, what’s Valentine’s Day?” I said.

“Where did you hear that, sweetheart?”

“The ship’s computer said it was today.”

Mommy smiled. “It’s just a holiday from before, back when we could still live on Earth. You gave gifts to people you loved, like chocolate, or heart-shaped things…”

“I love you and Daddy. Can I give both of you a gift?”

She kissed my forehead. “Of course you can, my dear.”

I didn’t know what chocolate was. So I went to the room where you ask the ship’s computer questions. “Chocolate. A food product made from the cacao bean. Originally used in the Olmec, Maya, and Aztec cultures as a drink for the nobility and for ceremonial purposes…”

I still didn’t know all those words. So I asked the computer more questions.

I think I understand Valentine’s Day now.

Finding the gift was hard. I don’t know how the Aztecs did it every year. I don’t have chocolate, but I hope Mommy and Daddy like the heart I’m giving them.

Credits to: hakunomiya

anonymous asked:

Obi-Wan singing?

Obi-Wan was swaying to the music.

Anakin sat back in the cantina and watched his old master, Ahsoka curled against his side as she too watched the copper haired master. Obi-Wan was swaying to the music, perhaps two drinks in when he had gotten up to fiddle With the jukebox.

The song was making Obi-Wan smile and sway.

“The book of love is long and boring.”

The music was making Obi-Wan sing.

The music was making Obi-Wan smile, sway and sing.

Obi-Wan’s voice was nice, a steady, wondrous voice. Tones in high Coruscantian, warm and rich as honey as it slid of their skins, like breathing warm life into their cold souls. Patrons around the bar had quieted down, as had their troopers.

“And written very long ago. Its full flowers and heart shaped boxes and things we’re all to young to know.”

It was one thing to see Anakin Skywalker relax. It was another thing to see General Kenobi do so, a man who was usually the serious one in the field. And here he was singing, swaying and smiling.

Serenading someone who was no longer there to hear it.

“But I, I love it when you give me things. And you, you ought to give me wedding rings.”

Had he been drinking, he would have choked on it. Anakin stared at Obi-Wan, noting the bitter twist of the smile.

Obi-Wan had been in love. No one sang like that and didn’t love someone with all their hearts.

“And I love it when you give me things. And you, you ought to give me wedding rings.”

Had it been Siri Tachi? Perhaps Duchess Satine as Anakin had long suspected?

Carefully sitting up to not disturb the Togruta beside him, Anakin stared at the others back, wondering, trying to put the pin to the right heart.

Or perhaps…this heart ache was much older.

Perhaps Obi-Wan was singing for a much older heart ache?

Someone he would never again see or hold and the last memory he had was of holding a dying body.

Perhaps it was Qui-Gon Obi-Wan was singing for, in a dingy cantina, on the far side of space, after having engaged in battles.

Perhaps Anakin would never know for sure

“You ought to give me wedding rings.”

But for now he knew that Obi-Wan had loved someone and that he could sing.