their designs really are so clever lmao like I’ve talked before about how they’re designed to be almost identical at face value but have completely different silhouettes (klavier is relaxed and open while kristoph is tight and folded up) but that picture kinda made it hit me how klavier’s color scheme conveys warmth while kristoph’s is much colder, right down to having his hair a very slightly lighter shade of blonde
(disclaimer: I never write stories, I know nothing about how to do this, please forgive me)
Mike looked at his watch to see 5:34pm on the screen. He was sitting at home on the couch, his knee jumping up and down quickly from nerves. This was it, the night he hoped for and dreamed of for months. His suit felt like it was suffocating him as his nerves kept growing the more the minutes went by. He looked over to see his father on his La-Z-boy passed out with the newspaper on his chest. That’s all his dad ever seemed to do lately, just sleep and ignore all that had happened to the boys and especially El. He looked back down at his watch, 5:37pm. Three minutes left.
Nirvana, University of Washington HUB Ballroom, 1989.
“This show was before ‘Bleach’ was released. They were the openers for The Fluid. The thing I love about this photo is it encapsulated everything that I was trying to do with my photography at the time, trying to capture this texture and emotion of what these musicians were doing with their guitars and hair and ripped jeans. This is really what [you saw] when you saw Kurt Cobain play back then. A few years later, I took one almost identical of Courtney Love facing the other way.” - Charles Peterson
THAT IS CATEGORICALLY NOT HOW YOU TREAT/LOOK AT/TOUCH YOUR REINCARNATED MOTHER!
In all seriousness, I find it interesting that both Kalique and Balem intimately stroke Jupiter’s face; the gesture is almost identical in both cases (the main difference is that Kalique is bolder to begin with - Balem maintains a small measure of distance at first) and it demonstrates that Kalique and Balem perceive Jupiter quite differently from Titus. Whereas Titus is very calculated and suave, the other two are more spontaneous and sincere - they seem genuinely fascinated by Jupiter, and when they touch her you almost have the impression that they’re convincing themselves that she is real.
I was tagged by @kat2609 to try a five minute fic. But I couldn’t resist and just kept writing it…couldn’t leave you with the 5 or 6 sentences I started out with now could I? I was trying to go for something as fluffy as possible, and well, I got kind of literal, I guess. ;)
What had she gotten herself into? Henry was holding up the little black and white kitten with the most pathetic looking puppy-dog face she’d ever seen.
“Please, Mom?” he begged. “I’m telling you, they’re like Milo and Otis, they belong together,” he said earnestly.
Emma sighed heavily, knowing she was fighting a losing battle, especially considering her husband - God, she wasn’t used to saying that yet - was also giving her an almost identical puppy-dog face. He was holding up the most ridiculously adorable black lab puppy (with those huge puppy paws and the big, floppy ears) she had ever seen. Him she had agreed on, and that was why they had come down to the shelter early on a Saturday morning. But they were supposed to be taking home one new pet, not two.
Her boys held the puppy and kitten up next to each other, trying to make it look as though they were in anyway possibly enamored of each other. The kitten pawed at the puppy’s face, and the two animals touched noses gingerly, getting a scent for one another.
David came up behind her, slinging a casual arm around her shoulder. “Shall I get the paperwork ready?” He grinned a little too broadly at her, obviously enjoying the spectacle.
Emma rolled her eyes, letting out an exasperated huff. “Fiiiine. But you two are in charge of feeding and walking and poop collection, you hear me?” She pointed an accusatory finger at Killian and Henry, who beamed at one another.
“Yes!” Henry exclaimed, giving Killian a fist bump against his hook. “Told you she wouldn’t be able to resist.”
“Come on, let’s get Jax and whatsisname home so we can set up all their accoutrements.” Waving her hand in the air, she turned, trudging after David.
Emma and Killian stood in the foyer of their home, watching Henry sit in the middle of the living room while the two little fluff balls jumped all over him. A furrow crossed Emma’s brow.
“You alright there, love?” Killian asked, wrapping his arm around her waist.
“Yeah,” she sighed, “I guess I just wasn’t expecting our little family to multiply so quickly,” she added, looking up at him apprehensively.
“Oh, don’t worry, love. We’re not nearly done multiplying just yet,” he said with a waggle of his eyebrows.
Emma grinned despite herself, her cheeks dimpling. “Hmm, is that right? Sounds like you’ve got plans for this…multiplying.”
Killian pulled her flush against him, wrapping his other arm around her waist and drawing her close. “Indeed I do.” He raised one ridiculous eyebrow, his hand coming around to rub at her belly while he swayed against her. “The rabbits at the shelter were particularly inspiring.”
She snorted, running her hands up his arms. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”
Killian smiled down at her, his eyes full of warmth and tenderness. “Ridiculously in love with you,” he said, nudging her nose with his.
Emma giggled, the joyful energy rising up in her throat like bubbles. She pressed a firm kiss to his lips, tasting the sweetness of his love. When she pulled back, she watched as his eyelids fluttered open slowly.
“Alright, Honey Bunny, time to get the litter box set up,” she said sarcastically, stepping away.
“Anything for you, darling,” he said, placing a hand against his heart.
Emma smiled, feeling warm and happy inside like she hadn’t in a very long time. Perhaps multiplying wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
Pretty sure Dr. Doofensmirtz and Waluigi are related. They have almost identical exaggerated features, similar face and body structure, both villains, and both have a similar accent. Just sayin ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)