One thing I think is kinda cool is that Wario and Waluigi are not just bizarre exaggerations of the Mario Bro’s personality-wise, but also physically?
For example Mario is strong, right? But he isn’t amazing. The games often state he’s a little tubby and out of shape even with all his agility/ jumping feats. Wario on the other hand? He’s fat too but also goddamn ripped. Even though he over indulges the dude is just as often shown with a dumbbell in hand working out and has visible biceps.
And it’s the same situation with Luigi; he’s agile and leaner than his bro sure but Waluigi? He’s extremely flexible, a gymnast whose trademark move is to pull his leg over his head and spin. There are very few games where that man doesn’t do some strange contortions with his body and its canon that he trained relentlessly until his reveal in Mario tennis.
AN: (FIRST IMAGINE OF 2017 YAY) i read a prompt like this before but i forgot where i found it omg but i’ve had this in my drafts for so long and I only finished it now lmao (btw this one’s going to be in 3rd person POV just because I’ve never written in 3rd person and i want to practice lol)
Y/N was trying to balance the giant box she was holding in one hand while she tried to grab the keys from her back pocket. She knows she could have easily just put the box down but she couldn’t be bothered to bend down and pick up the heavy box again. The struggle. Was. Real. Managing to balance the box on one hand was not an easy task.
“Do you need some help?”
Y/N turned her head to see a boy her age. He was standing by the front of his door. The girl weighed her options
(she also noted that said boy was incredibly cute)
before giving in.
“Uh, yeah, if you could just hold this for a minute while I get my keys, that would be great.” She gave a shy smile. Peter Parker’s heart raced. Y/N’s smile, though, small was absolutely stunning. He froze for a moment before moving towards her. “Be careful. It’s kind of heavy, don’t want you getting hurt so just a little warning.”
Her concern for a complete stranger fed Peter’s growing attraction.
Shiro blinks at him. Lance doesn’t blame him; he’s horrified at himself too. What karmic sins did he commit in past lives to bring this upon himself? To now, in the midst of a training session of all times, blurt: “Hey, guys? You ever think about soulmates and shit?”
“The hell are you doing?” Keith grumbles out, body mid-push up. There’s a snicker behind him, too close to his ears, though Keith can’t really understand what would be so amusing about this. Then again, he’s not really sure why Lance is lying on him while he’s doing push ups either. Other than to be, of course, annoying.
“Nothing.” Lance finally says. Keith hears the grin in his voice, which only proves to irritate him a little more. ‘Nothing’ his ass. “Continue with what you’re doing, Mr. ‘I’m-Too-Good-For-Socialization’.”
(Lance, as always, tries to annoy Keith by making his exercise harder. It doesn’t work. At all.)
“You give off the obnoxious popular vibe. The mullet, and the rap sheet, and—the fingerless gloves,” Lance replies, and barrels on before Keith can take it the wrong way. “I’m so handsome, my name’s Keith and I’m a pilot.”
“That sounds more like a compliment than an insult,” Keith says slowly, a disdainful quirk to his eyebrows that only spurs Lance on. He tilts his head a bit, his bangs shadowing his face, like he’s assessing a particularly impossible physics problem. “And I don’t like that voice you’re using.”
“When you come back - ” says Keith, again, and then he can’t finish the sentence for the enormity of it, so he stops short. Leaves it hanging like a promise, waiting to be fulfilled, and settles for reaching out to rest his hand on Shiro’s shoulder instead. Lets the contact linger for as long as he can, etched like life lines and heart lines into his palm.
finn hardly ever gets sick but when he does he becomes completely pathetic. poe gets sick much more frequently (mostly from picking up things during missions on far-flung planets) but refuses to stay in bed and will keep working until he inevitably passes out from exhaustion and has to spend several days in the med bay (finn: you’d get better much faster if you took care of yourself. poe: *hooked up to 3 IVs, high off his ass* i’m fine).
they just sort of. share their entire wardrobe. like, neither of them actually has any clothing that is exclusively theirs anymore.
both are ridiculously physically affectionate. cuddle constantly. PDA out the roof. never standing more than three inches away from each other. no one can decide if it’s obnoxious or adorable.
finn has a finely tuned internal clock – he gets up at the same (early) time every morning, always gets around the same amount of sleep. poe sleeps for like ten hours or not at all. both think the other’s sleep schedule is madness.
they’re both terrible liars, but they’ve quickly become one of the best undercover teams in the resistance.
finn is torn between constant anxiety over poe’s reckless ways and finding it extremely hot.