#i spent an irrationally long time on this but yknow what.

[the-terrible-theys]

tried charting the heights of all the wild kratts characters for funsies :)

aviva: 167 cm/5’ 5.7”

koki: 160 cm/5’ 2.9”

chris: 173 cm/5’ 8.1”

martin: 180 cm/5’ 10.8”

jimmy: 175 cm/5’ 8.8”

donita: 177 cm/5’ 9.6”

dabio: 203 cm/6’ 7.9” (woah)

zach: 174 cm/5’ 8.5”

gourmand: 154 cm/5’ 0.6”

rex: 176 cm/5’ 9.2”

paisley: 120 cm/3’ 11.2”

this isn’t perfectly accurate because 1) i couldn’t find screencaps to use to compare every character, 2) sometimes there was a lot of variation in height differences between characters and chris/martin (i tried to use those two as references as much as possible because they have canon heights), and 3) mostly because i was just eyeballing everything

reference images i used + a few notes are under the cut if you’re curious!! (by “a few notes” i mean i basically accidentally wrote an entire essay btw)

i went ahead and put the bros in first since, again, they have canon/googleable heights, and could be used as references for all the other characters. i ended up tweaking these heights very slightly (putting martin as closer to 5’ 11”, basically) just to feel a little more accurate to the show’s height difference between them and other characters

next i did the rest of the crew!

the height difference between chris and jimmy was kinda hard to deduce. in some screenshots jimmy is a bit shorter than chris and in others he’s noticeably taller ?? i decided to take the average and put them at almost the same height with jimmy being very slightly taller

i think jimmy was being mean to me on purpose a little bit because i had similar issues between him and martin. sometimes he’d be quite a bit shorter and sometimes they’d be practically the same height. c’mon jimmy

figuring out koki and aviva’s height differences relative to the others wasn’t quite as hard, though aviva did have a bit of height variation (in the first image, she’s about the same height as chris, in the second she’s much shorter, and in the third she’s taller than chris would be in comparison to martin). thankfully i have precisely a billion and a half screenshots saved so finding ones to average out was an easy task. i decided it’d be best to keep aviva noticeably shorter than chris by a couple of inches, but to also not have their height difference be quite as significant as in some of these images

koki’s relative height seemed to stay the most constant out of everyone, with only very slight variations (her being closer to aviva’s height sometimes, but usually she’s shorter) (in case anyone is confused! i’m measuring her from the top of her head, not hair, so about where her headband is)

once i felt like the crew was all accurate, i moved to the villains. i started with zach because i have more pictures of him, both with the crew and other villains, so he’s the best reference)

it was a little hard to judge his height in comparison to chris. they’re definitely close but i for some reason couldn’t find good reference images to get a more exact estimate. in both of these at least one of them is slightly leaning

i tried to avoid using any references with the creature powersuits activated, since those can mess with height (or at least my perception of their height) a bit. i did break my own rule here, though, just to see how tall zach was in comparison to martin. i figured he was tall enough for me to viably place him as very slightly taller than chris, but still at nearly the same height

(i’m pretty sure i looked at a second, even better pic i had of zach and martin as well but i lost it)

from there it was decently easy to estimate donita and gourmand’s heights with zach as a reference. i had the same height variation issue with donita as i’d had before, but when i found that fifth image while looking for dabio height references, i was able to find her height much more easily, plus verify my placements of zach and gourmand, plus get a good estimate on dabio.

(i also looked at more dabio references, some with donita and some with each of the bros, but i can’t find those either. oops) (trust me when i say him being 6’ 7” probably isn’t inaccurate, though) (the dude he’s based on, fabio, is 6’ 3”, so i was originally going to guesstimate him at around that height, but he looks WAY too tall for even 6’ 3”)

i have VERY few images of paisley and rex, much less any that make usable height references, but i did manage to pick out a couple that were helpful. paisley seems to be shoulder height-ish on gourmand who i placed at 5’ 0”. i can also see that donita’s elbow is also around shoulder height of gourmand, giving me two points of reference

paisley is also at approximately elbow height of rex, meaning that rex and donita are similar in height

managed to find this image as a somewhat more helpful point of reference. yeah it’d be more helpful if rex and paisley were touching the ground, and if martin wasn’t in a cps (because, again, trying to avoid that for the sake of accuracy). beggars can’t be choosers, though, and the pixelization of this image is screaming beggar.

anyway! if i squint a bit and hold my fingers up to my screen, i can tell that paisley is at maybe just under belly button/elbow height of martin. rex looks to be a little shorter than martin, meaning my estimate of him being a similar height to donita is of some accuracy. i made him one centimeter shorter because he looks to be a little shorter in comparison to martin than donita would be? idk

i would’ve liked to search for better reference pics for paisley and rex just to make sure i’ve got their heights down, but i’m tired and have also hit the image limit for this post, so i’m just gonna stop there

[ilostyou]

rant 🤪

i love my best friend dearly and spent three months after i got eras tickets trying to convince her to come with me bc i got extra and she kept just saying she can’t bc school this school that but now! a month before the concert! she’s like oh btw i was talking to [this other friend of ours, my og swiftie friend] and also some other people who are going and now i think i wanna go but i don’t have my schedule yet so i have to wait but i wanna go sooo if you still have the tickets lmk how much bc i want in but if you did sell the tickets it’s fine

mind you this is like 24h after i Finally came to terms w rly selling them (for AGES i was like. i wanna hold onto one more bc what if she wants to come so i’ll sell the others in a pair and my dad was like ??? you’re insane but whatever lol) and NOW? after talking to other people??? now you decide you want in????? and idk why i’m irrationally weird feeling abt this maybe it’s bc i am in fact exhausted but. girl ?? i spent months trying to CONVINCE yes convince you to wanna come and ???? nothing. but now??? bruh.

and to boot! my dad and this whole selling tickets for a fortune thing. he’s always been like ? you’re just lol gonna give it to her for face value? that’s a $1200 gift we’re talking about. and i’m like bro it’s not a gift lol she’ll be paying for it. but he’s like dude profit margins. and i really didn’t feel that way til yesterday when i was told (by stubhub or wherever i was looking) that my seats have been selling for upwards of $3k which is INSANITY in its own sense but yknow what he did have a point! and i know i’m not actually considering not giving her a ticket bc thag was my whole point of getting however many i could at presale bc. i do wanna be able to go with friends and have it be a whole time yknow?? but now i’m feeling petty and like. bro i talked this up for so long and it took. someone else’s opinion to get you to wanna come w me???

and don’t get me wrong we’d have the time of our lives she really is my best friend and my sister wouldn’t mind if she came (i don’t think) bc she’s chill and they like each other but also like. i’ve gotten into the mindset that it really is just gonna be me and my sister and i got underratedly hyped for it!!!! like yes she’ll be 13 but yknow what that’s such a blast and literal core memory for her i have no doubt about it. and now i’m like. maybe we Shoukd just be going alone not with other people even if it is my best frjend

UGH so many thoughts and honestly it’s not imminent bc obviously she didn’t commit yet but i’m gonna have to tell her she needs to commit or not bc i have to list the tickets soon so i’ll either save hers or i won’t but like. she needs to commit to it

🥴🙃🫣😵‍💫

[edie-baby]

baby girls - chapter one | lando norris

Chapter One: Different Woman

summary: Post-Austria, there are a lot of unspoken feelings, and even more untold truths. Milana is a different woman to Mila, and it's about time Lando finds out.

word count: 1164

warnings: swearing, asshole ex, kind of a bombshell this chapter (idk it might be predictable).

Milana Navratilova returned to the dreary skies of Prague a different woman. The tight strings of her corset dresses felt as though they had finally been cut, freeing Mila and letting her breathe for the first time in God knows how long. Stepping off the plane onto her home turf, away from Austria was both liberating and burdensome.

Mila enjoyed her time with Lando. Every moment in his presence felt like a confessional booth, she was free to express all the actions she felt compromised who she was, and he helped her to remedy that, to become her best self. But now that she was home in Prague, she was Milana, no longer Lando’s Mila, no longer a nineteen year old, no longer a woman in love - merely a woman who loves. She was an anthropology student, an art gallery assistant, and most of all, she was a mother.

As much as she was itching to be back in the arms of her gorgeous Brit, Milana had a gorgeous little girl waiting for her, all chubby arms and high-pitched giggles. There was little room for adventure and self-exploration when she had her little cub at home, so her week in Austria was the best she would get for about another year. And that was okay, because a holiday without Lando would be more a waste of time than anything.

The drive from the airport to her parent’s place on the other side of the city was spent soaking up the last moments of being just a nineteen year old. Carefree, calm, and crushing hard. But when she pulled into the driveway, there was one last moment of that, before she turned into the studious, stressed and extremely single Milana everyone on this side of Europe knew her as.

“Mama!” Milana greeted, barely having enough time to step out of her car properly before her mother was throwing her body at her.

“Oh gosh, Lana, you know I love your baby girl, but she is a fucking nightmare.” Mama Magda - the infamous tarot reader of downtown Prague - rushed, Milana simply giggling in response as she knew exactly what her mother was referring to.

Before Milana could form a reply, the high pitched squeal of her pride and joy sounded throughout the front garden of. Mila’s heart nearly stopped beating at the sound, the repressed pain of missing her little baby girl every moment of every day catching up to her with a fervor. Milana broke away from her mother, running towards her daughter with determined strides.

“Bubby!” Mila squealed herself, scooping her two year old daughter into her arms, spinning her around with joyous laughter erupting from the pair.

“Missed you Mummy!” The baby giggled, her small hands pressed against Mila’s cheeks as she leaned in to place a kiss on her mother’s nose. Mila’s heart soared even further, all thoughts of the ‘what if’s, and ‘if only’s with Lando far from her mind as she wrapped her arms even tighter around her little girl.

There was nothing that could ever get in the way of her love for her daughter. Love life and friendships be damned. Mahri Chance Navratilova was her number one, and it had to stay that way. Austria or not, Mila had a duty to be Mahri’s mother before anything, and she was going to fucking do it.

BABY GIRLS | EDIE-BABY

Lando Norris arrived back home in Guildford seemingly the same man. He had a week that changed his life, six days he could never forget, yet it seemed they hadn’t changed him.

Just like before Austria, Max greeted him from the kitchen, fixing himself a late night snack. He had been waiting for Lando and gotten the midnight munchies, though it was much closer to ten than twelve, he supposed it classified all the same.

Lando had spent the entire journey home thinking of Mila, remembering the way she spoke his name, how she held him, how she looked at him. He spent an embarrassing amount of time thinking about women, so really it wasn’t much of a surprise that his thoughts revolved around the Czech so much.

It was only when he heard rustling in the kitchen, an irrationally hopeful and sleep deprived part of his brain convincing him that Mila had come home with him, that she was walking around his kitchen in his hoodie and fluffy slippers. So when he was confronted by his shirtless best friend spreading peanut butter onto a piece of bread, he was more than disappointed.

“You alright mate?” Max greeted, beginning to shove the singular slice of peanut butter lathered bread into the mouth. He could see Lando was stuck in his head, his eyes focused on the kettle on the far side of the kitchen, though there was a lot happening behind them. Max knew the man well, they had just about grown up together. He was no stranger to Lando falling into hypnotic states while thinking of something eons away from the current moment.

“Oh? Yeah, yeah. I’m going to head up to bed, get some sleep. Long trip, yknow?” Lando replied, berating himself for letting himself believe the elusive woman he was falling for had somehow teleported from Prague to his kitchen. He was too focused on convincing himself he was an idiot that there wasn’t enough brain power to hide the obvious disappointment on his face when the situation in front of him fully sunk in. Max read it clear as day, knowing not to take it personally that his best friend looked so upset seeing him. Lando had been caught up on girls before, but Max knew there was a lot more going on than just a girl.

It was when Lando realised just how much he wanted Mila in his kitchen that he really began letting himself have it. She had probably forgotten about him by now, remembering the sun and the flashes of faces, but would have removed any sentimentality she had reserved for him by now. His phone hadn’t buzzed with a message from her, nor had he seen the cute photo they had taken at breakfast, the sprawling Austrian hills in the background as he kissed her cheek that was assigned to her contact.

Lando trudged up to his room, thoughts spiralling into a cacophony of ‘what if’s and ‘if only’s, but he knew if he was going to enjoy the week and a half leading up to his home race, along with his trip to Goodwood with the Quadrant team, he would have to let them go. He would have to process the week just as he figured she had, by letting it go and focusing on things more important than a three-day fling.

Nothing was supposed to get in the way of racing. His love life and friendships might have suffered, but he had a job to do, and he was going to fucking do it.