hahah it’s been exactly one year since I (quite reluctantly) created this blog, but I am so so happy I did!! I am having so much fun talking to you guys and sharing my very personal hobby with you, and I hope I’ll be able to keep this all up for another year, or maybe even more! My daily life has changed a lot since I joined the Tumblr fandom, I’ve learned so much and grown so much and made so many friends :3 Everyone is so lovely and supportive here, and it’s always nice to feel like you belong. So thanks for making me feel this way <3
And thank you for liking, reblogging, commenting, tagging, writing to me–I see and read everything, and every kind or cheerful word means the world to me. Thank you guys so so so much <333 It’s been an incredible year!!
a bit… late… again |||orz sry Happy 1st anniversary, omg it has been one year already since March 4th (& since Feb 26th in TW) 2016, glad that obviously we all had a wonderful zoo year ;D Thanks for the crew who brought this beautiful film to the world, also thanks to people here around who share the joy with zootopia together! cheers, keep making the world a better place and enjoy the donuts! (i wish i could go to the Randy’s Donuts too! QWQ
That’s Emma’s tale, and she’s sticking to it. She still
isn’t entirely sure how writing a song turned into, well, this. She was going
to just watch it on the TV. She wanted to stay in the background. But here she
is, sitting backstage with Ruby and the rest of the Norway team, blinking in
the flashing lights and trying not to look overwhelmed by the ridiculousness
all around her.
Because Eurovision is ridiculous. There’s a guy on stage
right now singing a high-pitched song about bread or something, while five
other men dressed as rain drops dance around him. Or maybe they’re tear drops;
Emma isn’t sure.
The point is, all Emma ever wanted to do was write a song,
and yet here she is at the weirdest music event she’s ever attended and wondering
about Europe’s collective sanity.
Elsa’s performance goes amazingly well, though, so there’s
that. The ice theme was the right choice, as Ruby remarks with satisfaction,
complementing the song while being weird enough to leave an impression. Emma was unsure about the robotic snow man whizzing around the stage, before, but she
understands the reasoning now. It’s probably the next meme already.
The crowd loves it, anyway.
Emma suffers through another ballad, this one sung by a
German lady who could really do with a bucket or something to help her carry
the tune. She’s only half-paying attention, most of her mind on Elsa and Ruby
and trying to look calm and relaxed for the cameras, in case any show up.
“Next up is the UK—let’s meet their candidate!” one of the
hosts (Emma keeps mixing them up) calls.
There are screens everywhere, showing the little clip that
plays before each country takes the stage. Emma pays no attention, because Anna
has started talking again, her nerves running away with her.
“… because really everyone says neighbours vote for each
other, but we don’t have that many neighbours and I’m not sure Sweden would
vote for us anyway, but I think that a lot of people also vote for the song
they like best and really Elsa has been the best so far, hasn’t she? And—”
“Anna,” Emma says, reaching over to put a calming hand on
the girl’s shoulder before she can drive them all to the brink of nervous
collapse again. “Anna. Relax. Elsa did her best, and now we just have to
wait and see.”
“I know, but—oh, he’s handsome, isn’t he?” Anna’s
eyes have snagged on the stage, where the UK’s candidate is about to begin his
Emma follows her gaze, thankful to the UK for distracting
Anna—and does a startled double-take.
alex danvers is bored. which on a date on a friday night? nothing new to her. she continuously tried and tried before and it never felt right, but with kara in the happiest relationship she’s ever been in with james, alex feels this need to try one more time. to maybe hope to excel at this one last time.
it’s going about as well as it did the last time she had tried this. horribly.
so far internet dating has resulted int four of terrible dates. two she left before they could even hit the first hour, this one she promised she would at least try and stop to enjoy it.
yet, it hasn’t been working. alex feels like she would rather her drown herself, physically in the beer in her hand than continue to sit here and drink it and pretend that she’s enjoying the guy’s arm around her shoulder, or his stupid scruffy face or god, the way he keeps shushing her when she goes to say something.
this baseball game would be much more enjoyable if she were allowed to have an opinion, but this guy hasn’t once asked if she even knew the teams, or anything about the game, he just assumed she hadn’t. assumed she was oblivious and stupid, and so inherently female that she didn’t understand a simple game.
a game she played as a kid herself, when she wasn’t surfing. a game she gets to play sometimes with kara on a larger scale when they hit up the desert and they see how far she can hit it.
( not how hard, kara! how far. )
and boy is this grinding on her nerds. she goes to speak once more but the just a second babe. gives her enough response to decide that within the next inning she was going to excuse herself, and leave. she was just waiting for an acceptable moment.
there’s a lull in the game, and alex thinks this might be her moment. josh, the idiot she decided to go out with tonight, has turned to some guy next to her, and has spent three minutes ( she knows she’s counted on her watch - deo grade and all. ) talking to him about the third baseman.
her eyes dart up to the large screen, she thinks it was more out of a small habit of trying to find somewhere to look, that wasn’t leaning closer to his horrible breath, but when she does she gasps.
a large intake of breath happens, and she’s not even sure that that she’s seeing correctly until people are cheering and she can feel the pit of dread in her stomach. it settles like a bad night with too much alcohol.
national city’s kisscam! in bright big letters that alex danvers thinks about smashing into little itty bitty pieces.
she turns to josh because she expects - even though the screen shows differently - that he’d be waiting for her to well, kiss him. but he’s not, he’s still engaged in whatever stupid conversation he was having, his arm wasn’t even around her anymore she was completely disentangled form him. and though she should be grateful right now she’s mostly mortified and annoyed.
for fucks sake.
one achingly long beat.
a sharp intake of breath.
“babe, listen, give me like five fucking minutes and we’ll go get something to eat alright? chill out.”
he didn’t even turn around, or stop talking to the other oblivious and clearly there by himself idiot.
she’s about to handle this alex danvers style. with finesse. with anger. with god damn pride, and stride off camera.
she blindly reaches for her jacket behind her when she feels a tap next to her.
she goes to snap. she goes to say what the hell do you want? she goes to say anything but instead, she lays eyes on the most beautiful woman she has ever seen. with the softest eyes, and a large and nervous grin. and alex swears that her stomach both swooped and got butterflies at the same time.
she doesn’t even realize that the other woman is talking, until she realizes that she’s waiting for a response.
instead of an explanation she gets a laugh and the other woman must have made an executive decision. one because she would guess later, the camera was going to move very soon if she didn’t.
it takes literally three whole seconds for her to realize the woman is kissing her.
before she can even realize what’s happening her hand is reaching out to fit along the jaw of the other woman. the mystery woman. trying to pull her closer.
she mentally makes a list of the first three things that can come to her mind clearly.
one. she’s kissing a woman, a woman!!
two. said woman’s kiss has to be the best kiss she’s ever gotten in like forever. possibly in the entirety of her whole dating life. possibly in the next forever as well. she may never get kissed this well again.
three. the crowd is cheering, the world is moving on, somewhere behind her she hears josh’s loud what the fuck! but none of that matters because three, oh three. this woman has the softest lips alex has ever kissed and she doesn’t want to stop.
she unfortunately does though. only when said woman pulls away, dimple worthy grin on her face, glancing behind alex with a flush.
alex is dazed, and confused, and so, so, so wanting to kissing her again, which is confusing, but very much an impulse she’d give into.
but she’s enough put together that she knows to glance behind where ever the other woman’s gaze is. it turns out its on josh, who’s stomping his way through the aisle. throwing things as he goes. screaming still. and alex can’t help but laugh loudly.
“yeah, oh. you were pretty into that for a straight girl.”
“um -” alex feels her face heating up and she doesnt know what to say, how to move, to say she’s not gay. because she’s not right?
“i see. how about this…” the brunette raises an eyebrow and alex feels herself listening even closer.
“i’m maggie. maggie sawyer. i’m ncpd outside of this bad atmosphere.”
alex tries not to look so disappointed as to where that sentence went.
“i’m alex danvers. alex. i work - um, well, i’m a bio-engineer.”
real smooth, she thinks to herself. she’s never stuttered so easily over that.
“well miss bioengineer who is clearly straight, and in no way gay, whatsoever. how about since my very, very gay date stood me up, and yours seems to be a massive prick, we get out of here and grab something to eat? i know this great place that has veggie burgers and -”
“oh my god, gross.”
“if you had let me finish, and normal ones if you’re going to need that in your system. and we can ignore all of everything else and maybe just get to know each other? on our very, very, very not gay date. hm?”
alex feels her face heat up again, and she can’t help but nod.
“i just saved your ass from city wide humiliation on screen and i have to buy dinner! preposterous.”
“you said your date stood you up, i think you’ll be okay.”
alex is feeling brave, and bold, and butterflies floating in her stomach, and suddenly somewhere it hits her that this is what she wanted out of this date. and maybe, she’ll panic about that later. right now she could really use some food.
“fine then. come on you sneaky little punk who probably makes more than on her what i’m assuming is a scientist salary. let’s get you some food.”
( alex does have a gay panic. she has a panic so hard that she panics in front of maggie, because that’s where she accidentally slept over watching bad netflix. it takes alex a whole three days to come to terms with it. it takes alex and maggie three weeks to admit their dating. )
( it only took them two years to get engaged. at that same baseball stadium, and maggie was nothing if not thorough, and she made sure, that the proposal ended up on the big screen. as a reminder of how they met. )
( alex decides maybe she wont smash the words national city’s kisscam! after all. )
You gripped the steering wheel and listened to the revving of your engines, looking over to the famous Driver Kim. He was seated in his signature car, ‘Honk Honk,’ his partner in every race. It was like a scene from that Fast and Furious movie and super intense tbh.
No one expected you to win. They all called you a ‘fool’ and a ‘loser with bad fashion sense.’
“If you were twice as smart, you’d still be stupid,” they said.
Well, Kim was nervous. You could tell. And when the flag waved and your foot pressed down on the gas, your car ‘Bumper Stiltskin’ pulled out ahead. Yes, you named it yourself. You laughed a little thinking about it now and that caused Kim to gain on you.
“Oh no you don’t, you ass cactus!” you yelled and blasted that cherry cola song by Savage Garden on the radio to get you thoroughly pumped up to win.
It was so loud and you had the windows rolled down so he could hear. A single tear rolled down his cheek as the music hit him in his soul and soon he was sobbing from the pure beauty of the song that he skidded out of control just before the finish line, giving you the victory.
Everyone cheered and shouted ‘World Star!’ while recording you with their phones as you exited your car, the music still blasting and everyone jumped on the hood of Bumper Stiltskin to dance like an 80’s music video.
Slowly Driver Kim approached you. Throwing his helmet to flames. Someone had started a fire, you guess. Without saying a word he popped open a can of cherry cola right there, and chugged it whole while staring longingly into your eyes.
“How did you know?” he asked after crushing the can on his forehead, very manly-like.
“It was the first song we ever made love to,” you said softly, with a lot of feeling.
“You’ve won the race,” he grabbed you in his arms and dipped you low, “and…my heart,” he kissed you deeply just as the sun set below the horizon.
The fire in his eyes was almost burning brighter and hotter than the real fire that had gotten out of control around you. Actually, you would probably have to leave soon before the authorities showed up.
“I’m pregnant,” you whispered into his lips.
That puzzled you a bit?
“Luckily,” he continued, “I think I found a job that can support our little family for a long time to come.”
(to a listener who requested “around tomorrow”.) jonghyun: this is a song that was released for the man who composes. there are times that i have a hard time and i want to tell someone about it but, when the person tells me to cheer up …, it can be rather ironic. there’s this saying that: “in this world, "cheer up” is the most useless expression“ and, at times, we would rather hear: ”rest well and gain strength tomorrow or the day after that.“ i wrote the song based on this idea.