#onekplus

the whiplash going in from zootopia 1 to 2 is so crazy. like one day you’re an aloof sarcastic fox who doesn’t care about nothing or no one then BOOM. bunny best friend partner against crime who you’re obsessed with enters your life and now you cannot take your eyes off her, must lean into her when sitting in any chair no matter how bad it is for your posture, and god forbid you don’t touch her every five seconds it’s a fate worst than death!!!! speaking of death turns out you’d die for her without a moment’s thought, it’s HER death that you fear, HER safety that you stubbornly refuse to compromise, HER danger you can’t bear to see her in. turn the other cheek no matter what they all say about you, because you grew up biting your tongue and steeling your heart, but all those life lessons go out the window the second her name is sullied in the slightest. push, shove, kick, jump—summon inordinate amounts of strength when she needs saving—but be soft around her. lace your gaze, voice, and expression with care when checking in on her well-being. cherish everything she touches, treasure any gift she gives. frame that article of you two, let your apartment fall into squalor but god forbid the area displaying the carrot pen she gifted you endure even the slightest speck of dust. never leave the house without it either. that tie she gave you? always wear it. smirk when it flies in the wind, and you catch a glimpse of those poisonous night howlers that blossomed your life together. beg her to run away with you. follow her anyway when she refuses. next to her is the place you actually want to be anyway, piña koalas be damned. you’ve never felt like you belonged anywhere else. the space beside her, tucked in close and snug, is the only one that makes sense. fight and tussle for it but don’t tell her she’s your entire world and nothing will matter anymore if she isn’t there to fight the good fight with you. get separated from her because you didn’t know how to put that big big heart with her name on it into small little words. almost lose her because of it. claw your way back to her anyway. break out of a literal prison to get back to her, because it’s where you need to be. it’s where you have to be. dive towards an almost certain death to plunge anti-venom into her chest. realize she would die for you too. tell her how you feel. somewhat disguise the extent of it. hug her so tight you don’t really want to let go. adore her so deeply it makes all your friends somewhat uncomfortable and appalled at how oblivious you two are to the nature of it. save the world with her, painstakingly track down the shattered pen that scribbled the start of your connection, your now unbreakable bond. come full circle by giving her your orange pieced-back-together heart. let yourself slip words of confession you secretly want to say every day, because you don’t go a second without feeling them. without loving her.

the thing that’s so interesting about nick is that he’s actually a very fearful mammal. he’s scared of heights, afraid of falling down deep depths, and easily squeamish, whenever met with something unfamiliar or icky to him. but his fear of losing judy, in whatever way shape or form, takes precedence. being afraid of falling becomes being afraid judy will fall, so he jumps with her. afraid of drowning down an interminable distance of water results in him ignoring his need for air—all in the name of saving her. everything about him flips when it comes to her, actually. half the city’s been destroyed? the chief is about to chew him out? couldn’t care less. it’s funny, even. but a toy carrot pen recorder shatters and he looks like he’s been shot, so utterly and deeply terrified to have upset her, so freaked and petrified at the notion that he could lose her, when she’s not even his to lose. people attack him with insults, jeers, derision. not a peep from him. doesn’t care for an apology. but he wants her sorries. he wants to know that he affects her, that how he feels matters to her. because maybe… just maybe, if he tugged at her sleeve long enough, he could be more truthful about his honesty. he could elaborate on the nature of his love for her. he could give her a recurring live performance of his feelings rather than encapsulating it all in an oft-overplayed recording, that she will no doubt whip out at any given opportunity: a push, shove, and nudge for how he used to tease her. only problem is, his joke was funny because she’s never been a dumb bunny, whereas her joke about him will be hilarious because he loves her more than she’ll ever know.

u go up to a girl who u bullied/helped to bully for years and think she’s rejecting you as a friend when really you just weren’t the person she wanted to see at that exact moment but in general she thinks ur alright and u ask her is there anything i can do to change ur mind about hating me forever and ever…? and she asks you ‘can you realign the stars?’ and you think wow. what a sick metaphor for asking me if i could turn back time and not have played a hand in her childhood trauma. i will say no and leave in tears. but no. marinette’s ACTUALLY asking if sabrina knows how to reschedule a star’s arrival at Jupiter because of its astrological significance and how that could positively affect her romantic relationship with adrien I Love This Show

adrien ‘i suspected the bad smell you didn’t like was the camembert i suspiciously carry around all the time so i dumped THREE bottles of perfume on myself’ agreste and marinette ‘i am afraid if you see my ground-shattering jet engine-roaring nose blows you will end our relationship on the spot’ dupain cheng are so unbelievably batshit crazy made for each other hehe

being obsessed with a song and being obsessed with the blorbos is so funny because u will listen to the song and go HMMM……. if i ignore this one lyric forgo this whole verse remove the context AND solely focus on these five completely unrelated isolated lines…? this song is TOTALLY about Them 😎😎😎