#none of those are listed under the universal declaration of human rights either so :/ oh well

[femmesandhoney]

if u cant answer the question of what human rights trans people as a collective group are lacking its because they already have human rights you dumb fucks have no clue what "human rights" even applies to lmao

[angelofarts]

hello! i would like to submit “singing karaoke together” for juke from the cute dates list and suggest maybe a scenario where luke has somehow never heard julie sing before 👀 but also of course feel free to not follow that!!

hope you’re doing okay you lovely human being 🥰♥️

Hi Imène! This got completely out of hand, but as an apology, have a moodboard:

A Whim Away, A Whim Away

Luke wasn’t entirely sure how he was strong armed into it, but he had to go along with it - he did owe Alex about seven hundred favours. If the first of those that Alex wanted to call in was karaoke, who was Luke to deny his friend that?

Although, looking back, it would have been nice if either of his friends had warned him that Julie FREAKING Molina would be there too.

Luke would deny to his dying day that he gave Julie Molina heart eyes, considering that they only shared one class. And it wasn’t even a music class - it was calculus, the bane of Luke’s existence. Julie was in the music program, Luke knew, but they were in different focus classes for the first semester.

So it was entirely unfounded that Alex, Bobby and Reggie would nudge Luke at lunch to get him back on track, throwing knowing looks between them. Luke was entirely focused! He just… used the way the sun fell on Julie’s curls as inspiration.

Inspiration. That was it.

At any rate, when Luke got to where they’d agreed to meet up before karaoke, it was to find Alex with a shit eating grin on his face and Reggie laughing. Luke felt his stomach drop as his friends gave each other knowing looks.

“What’s going on?” Luke asked, already dreading the answer.

Alex snorted before answering. “None of Dirty Candi can join us, so Carrie is bringing her girlfriend and best friend instead.”

Luke shrugged. “Okay. And?”

Reggie gave a small giggle. “Luke, Carrie is dating Flynn Taylor. And Flynn Taylor’s best friend is -”

“Julie Molina,” Luke finished, his stomach somehow dropping lower.

Oh, he was so screwed.

It wasn’t that bad to start out with though, in his defense. Julie, Flynn and Carrie arrived within a few minutes of one another, and their group set off on the short walk to the karaoke place Alex had picked out. It had been Alex and Carrie’s idea to have the karaoke night, an attempt to bring their groups closer. Luke still didn’t understand why they needed to be closer, considering that Carrie was Bobby’s cousin (lucky bastard had lucked out of the excursion by having an emergency tutoring session with a kid down the block from him) and was on the dance team with Alex.

Then again, he thought as he watched Julie tuck her purple scarf closer into her collar, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

“Hey Jules,” Reggie called from where he was leading the pack. Luke was abruptly hit with a wave of jealousy so strong and overwhelming that he was briefly struck dumb.

Reggie knew Julie well enough to give her a nickname? When did this happen?

“Yeah Reg?” Julie called back, her voice floating through the cool night like spun sugar.

“Do you know how far I am from singing The Lion Sleeps Tonight?”

Reggie ignored Luke’s groan as Julie answered. “No. How far away?”

“I’m just… a whim away, a whim away, a whim away, a whim away…”

Their mixed laughter and groaning carried them into the karaoke place, bringing a tiny burst of unexpected sound. The person controlling the karaoke machine looked up, and understanding hit Luke. He nudged Alex with a knowing grin, and Alex ducked his head, a furious blush on his cheeks.

“Hey guys,” Willie said cheerfully, coming over to them. “First patrons of the night! Awesome! Can I start you all out with something to drink before you begin?”

The group settled at a table, taking off coats and scarves as they gave Willie their orders. After writing them down, he offered the group the binder of available karaoke songs.

“Rock paper scissors for who goes first?” Flynn offered. The group held their hands out, going through four rounds before Luke was declared the first singer.

“Are you going with your standard choice?” Alex asked, the look on his face saying he knew exactly what Luke would say. Luke nodded, pointing at the selection.

“You’re the One That I Want?” Carrie asked with a grin. “Really, Guitar Boy?”

Luke shrugged, hoping the dim lighting would hide his slight blush. “It’s a classic.”

Before Carrie could continue to disparage his choice, Willie returned with their drink orders. “Everyone decided what the first choice is?”

Carrie nodded, grinning when Alex seemed dumbstruck. “Luke is going to sing You’re the One That I Want.”

Willie grinned. “Sick. But who are you singing with? That’s a duet.”

Luke looked between the assembled people frantically. He didn’t want to sing with anyone really - this was a song he usually performed on his own.

Flynn looked like she was about to say something, but before she could Luke grabbed Reggie’s hand. “Reg will sing with me!”

Reggie blinked in confusion. “I will?”

Willie handed them microphones before Reggie could protest further. Luke took a gulp of his soda before dragging his best friend up to the small stage. Reggie faced him, gave a small shrug and grinned as Luke began to sing.

“I got chills, they’re multiplying, and I’m losing control…”

When they were done, receiving sarcastic applause from their friends, Luke and Reggie took a bow before returning to the table. At some point when Reggie was declaring that Luke was the one he wanted, the group had ordered salty snacks and more drinks. Luke gratefully scarfed down a handful of Alex’s popcorn, ignoring his best friend’s protests.

“Nice,” Willie complimented, accepting their microphones. Though a few more people had arrived, they seemed content to let Luke’s group take the first slots of the evening.

Well. Either that, or Willie was ignoring anyone who wasn’t Alex, who he kept making eyes at.

Luke snorted, handing the binder to Flynn.

“Can I get a refill please?” he asked Willie. Willie broke away from his staring at Alex, accepting Luke’s glass to get more Coke. It was a small blessing that Willie had taken the drink before the girls began singing.

“I can see what’s happening,” Carrie sang knowingly, nudging Flynn. Luke grinned as they set up the beginning of Can You Feel The Love Tonight, eating the fries left in the middle of the table.

And then Julie Molina opened her mouth to sing and Luke almost choked on his fries.

Her voice was so powerful that Luke felt he’d been sucker punched right in the solar plexus. After swallowing his fries, he felt his mouth drop open. He had no motivation to close it either - it required brain power to be diverted from appreciating the absolute powerhouse of singing that was Julie Molina.

“He’s holding back, he’s hiding,” Julie sang, closing her eyes. “But what, I can’t decide.”

“Luke?” Alex said, nudging him. Luke broke his gaze, giving Alex an enquiring look.

Alex was barely holding back laughter when he started to speak. “I’m going to need you to roll your tongue back into your mouth. You’re drooling.”

“I AM NOT DROOLING.”

And because the universe hated Luke, that announcement came as the music dropped down, the buildup for the chorus beginning.

Flynn and Carrie shot their table a questioning look. Luke buried his head in his arms, staying there until the music dropped away and he heard Carrie take over again.

“And if he falls in love tonight, it can be assumed.”

“His carefree days with us are history,” Flynn sang, shooting the table a knowing grin. Luke flushed as Reggie nudged his side with their final words.

“In short, our pal is doomed!”

Luke sighed, knocking back his soda. The girls took a bow before returning to the table, accepting the congratulations of the few people who had entered in the meantime.

“You were incredible,” Alex said, offering Flynn a high five. “Reg, you’re up!”

Reggie took the microphone, going up to sing the song he’d been humming under his breath the whole time they’d been sitting at the table. Julie settled into his abandoned seat, smiling at Luke.

“I liked your song.”

Luke choked on his breath, immediately losing any cool credit he’d been hanging onto before this. Once his throat was clear, he gave her a shy smile in return.

“Thanks. I liked yours too.”

Alex muttered something that sounded distinctly uncomplimentary under his breath. Luke took the opportunity to step on Alex’s foot and grind his heel, making Alex yelp quietly.

That would teach him.

Or… not. Alex only waited a few seconds before speaking again.

“Luke, do you need a napkin?”

Luke closed his eyes and took a deep breath before answering. “I do not need a napkin, Alexander, but thank you for offering.”

“Are you sure, Lucas?”

Julie cleared her throat, capturing their attention. “Why would Luke need a napkin?”

Because Alex clearly hated Luke, he grinned as he answered. “I don’t know, Julie. Why don’t you ask him?”

Julie shrugged before turning to Luke. “Luke, why do you-”

“I DO NOT NEED A NAPKIN.”

Luke genuinely thought the matter would be dropped until a few minutes later, when Reggie had returned and Carrie had dragged Alex up.

While they sang the beginning of Wannabe, Julie gently set her hand on his shoulder. When he gave her an enquiring look, she silently handed him a napkin.

Luke took it, wishing a hole in the floor would open up to swallow him.

“You look like you’ve been run over by a truck,” Reggie said with abstract interest. Luke tore his gaze away from the stage, where Julie and Flynn were slaying Bills, Bills Bills by Destiny’s Child.

“Did you know Julie could sing like that?” Luke asked, trying to keep his voice down. From the look of amusement Carrie shot him, he took it that he wasn’t all that successful.

“Yeah,” Reggie said, throwing a piece of popcorn in the air and trying to catch it in his mouth. “We had music together last year.”

“And you didn’t tell me?!”

Reggie threw another piece, catching it in his teeth before answering. “You knew we had music together, Luke. You used to walk with me to class before English.”

Luke pinched the bridge of his nose. “Tell me about her voice, Reggie. Why didn’t you tell me about her voice?”

Carrie threw a piece of popcorn at Luke, catching his attention. “Why this sudden interest in Julie?”

“Oh this isn’t sudden,” Alex said cheerfully, ignoring the death look Luke was shooting at him. “Luke has been crushing on Julie for more than a year already. He’s just too chicken to talk to her.”

“Alex!” Luke complained. Alex shrugged, sipping at his drink.

“Luke,” Carrie said, capturing his attention. She was biting at her lip, clearly debating something with herself, before seeming to come to a decision. “She likes you too. Or, she seems to. She won’t tell me and Flynn anything concrete, but we’re pretty sure.”

“How sure?” Luke demanded.

“Like… 87 percent.”

Luke leaned back in his chair, a smug grin travelling over his face. He could work with that percentage.

Carrie flicked a piece of popcorn at Luke. “Hey, Guitar Boy, wipe that look off your face. If you hurt Julie, I swear I will hunt you down and cut every single one of your guitar strings in two.”

Luke blanched, holding up his hand. “I swear I won’t hurt her. Scouts honor.”

Reggie raised an eyebrow. “Weren’t you kicked out of the Boy Scouts?”

“Not the point.”

Flynn and Julie took a bow, coming back to the table with laughter. Luke sat up straighter when Julie sat - the knowledge that she might like him back was giving him confidence he was only familiar with when he was performing.

“We should finish up for the night,” Flynn said, shaking her wrist to see the time on her silver watch. “One last performance?”

Carrie and Alex exchanged glances, grinning at one another before Carrie spoke.

“Jules, you and Luke should finish us out.”

Luke gave Carrie a poisonous look, quickly schooling his face into neutrality when Julie looked towards him. He smiled and nodded when she raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, cool, I’ll go pick something for us.”

She disappeared in a flurry of curls, and Luke got to his feet. He began to pace, tugging at his shirt nervously.

“What are you doing?” Flynn asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s warm,” Luke said defensively.

“You’re wearing a sleeveless shirt.”

“What,” Luke said with a grin, “I can’t be warm just because I have my arms out? That feels panphobic.”

Alex’s face twisted like he was trying to figure out how to walk barefoot across a floor scattered with legos. “That’s not… okay.”

Julie returned before any of the others could contribute. “Hey, I picked something for us. Are you okay with Queen?”

Luke grinned. “Is the sky blue?”

He offered her his arm. Before he could think about how stupid and dorky it seemed, she slipped her hand around his bicep, letting him guide her to the stage.

Julie accepted a microphone, smiling apologetically at Luke. “Since it’s not a duet they only gave me one. You don’t mind sharing, do you?”

That much time up close and personal with Julie Molina?

“Uh, no, that’s fine,” he said with a slightly strangled laugh. He heard Alex say something about asking for a second microphone, but either Julie didn’t hear or she chose to ignore Alex as the music began.

They sang together, trading off lines with grins. Luke’s mind was split onto two levels - one was focused on the song, on the lyrics and melodies that he’d forced into his subconscious as soon as he found the band. The other was blown away by the sound they were making together. If he’d thought Julie singing on her own was too much for him, the sound of the two of them singing together was absolutely blowing his mind.

Julie closed her eyes as the bridge built, taking a few steps forwards and backwards as she swayed. Luke watched with a smile, not noticing what was happening until it was almost too late.

Julie took a step into the air, no stage underneath her feet to support her. With the instincts born from performing in clubs with stages too small for the entire band to fit, Luke reached out, grabbed her hand and spun her back.

She landed with her hands against his chest, an audible gulp emerging. Before he could make sure she was okay, she smiled slowly and brought the microphone up between them.

“Can anybody find me,” she sang, looking directly into his eyes, “somebody to love?”

He smiled and brought her into a dip. The room broke into applause as they came back to standing, suddenly shy.

Flynn let out a whistle, breaking Luke’s shyness. He backed away from Julie, blushing as he went.

“Nice singing,” he finally said, gesturing for her to exit the stage.

“Thanks,” she said softly, smiling at him before walking down. He followed so that they could get their things, helpfully gathered by their friends.

“That was some performance,” Flynn said, grinning knowingly at him. Luke waited until Julie turned around to shoot Flynn the finger. Flynn snorted, winding her arm around Carrie’s waist as the group got to the doors.

“Okay,” Alex announced. “How is everyone getting home?”

Flynn was getting a lift with Carrie when Bobby came to pick her up. Alex had his bike, and Reggie had driven like Luke. That left Julie, who waved her phone.

“I’m just waiting for my dad to finish up a job and then he’ll pick me up.”

Luke frowned. “Hey, you live in Los Feliz, right?”

Julie raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? You realize we go to the same school, for the same school district?”

Luke ignored the sensation of his ears heating up. “What I mean is I can drop you off if you want. It’s not out of my way.”

Julie smiled at him. “If you’re sure it’s not out of your way, that would be amazing. Let me just call my dad real quick, yeah?”

Julie stepped away from the group to call her dad. Alex raised an eyebrow when she was out of earshot.

“Funny how you live on the opposite side of Los Feliz to Julie.”

Luke felt his face drop. “I do? Not that I care!” he added hastily when Reggie and Alex exchanged amused glances.

Julie stepped back before they could really lay into Luke. He let out a deep breath when she nodded, letting him lead the way to his car after waving goodbye at the others.

Luke took a moment to be thankful that Alex had bullied him into cleaning his car as Julie slid into the passenger seat. When she picked up his CD file, he nodded and she began to page through it.

“Oh, you have some incredible artists in here,” she complimented. He smiled and entered her address into his phone, noting that it really wasn’t that far away from his house.

And then stopped that thought in its tracks.

Because that was a creepy train of thought to go down.

Julie let out a small laugh. “Rose and the Petal Pushers?”

“Rose and the Petal Pushers was instrumental, excuse the pun, in the formation of rock as we know it,” Luke said defensively.

Julie grinned, shaking her head. “I was just surprised. Trust me, Luke, no one is a bigger Petal Pushers fan than me. Certified Thorn from the day I was born.”

“Your parents sang you their songs as lullabies?” Luke asked with a grin.

Julie shrugged. “Mami wrote most of their songs, so she tried out new material on me.”

“Your mom wrote for them?” Luke asked, turning down Julie’s street. “But that would mean…”

“Yep,” Julie said cheerfully as Luke parked the car. “My mom is Rose herself.”

Luke displayed a remarkable lack of brain cells in that moment, immediately and forever branding himself a dork to Julie Molina, by blurting out, “Your mom was my childhood crush.”

Julie let out a snort. “Oh, I am never going to let you live that down.”

Luke felt his blush build again, and responded by poking Julie in the shoulder. He didn’t expect her giggle, but he felt a smile spread across his face when she slapped a hand over her mouth.

“Julie, are you… ticklish?”

She held her hands up in his direction. “Luke, don’t you dare, don’t do it -”

Luke attacked.

Julie appeared to be ticklish everywhere, regardless of where he poked, and she was too sensitive to retaliate effectively. Eventually she called for mercy, her breath heaving and her eyes streaming with tears.

Luke grinned before two things became immediately obvious.

They were very very close together.

And Luke wanted to kiss her.

“Jules?”

She blinked before slowly smiling. “Yes?”

He took a deep breath before speaking. Now or never.

“Your mom might have been my childhood crush but… you’re my right now crush.”

Her smile impossibly widened. “Really?”

“Really. Can I kiss you?”

She tasted like popcorn and Coke.

And she sounded like a perfect harmony.

TEN YEARS LATER

Luke couldn’t get over how beautiful Julie was, sitting next to him at their wedding reception. The day had been a whirlwind of events - getting ready with the boys in his suite, crying when Julie came down the aisle, and the incredible moment of finally saying, “I do.”

And now… now she was his WIFE.

He reached for her hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it. She smiled and gently cradled his face.

“That’s enough, lovebirds,” Reggie called through the sound system. They broke apart to scattered laughter, turning to hear Reggie’s best man speech - the first of three, since Luke had refused to choose between his best friends.

“Ladies and gentlemen and non-binary friends,” Reggie said as the attention turned to him. “In order to fully appreciate my friends, I have a presentation to show you all. Flynn, if you would be so kind?”

Flynn dimmed the lights and a video came onto the screen. A very familiar video, one that had Luke groaning instantly.

“The king I see inside,” Julie-onscreen sang. The quality of the video wasn’t great, but it was enough to clearly capture Luke’s voice as he spoke next to the filmer.

“I AM NOT DROOLING.”

The room broke into laughter as Luke dropped his head into his hands. Julie rubbed his back soothingly, but she couldn’t keep her giggles entirely contained.

“He was indeed drooling,” Reggie said blissfully. “And he has continued to do so every day since. Will you please raise your glasses with me to Luke and Julie!”

“To Luke and Julie!” the room echoed, laughter still bouncing around. Luke shook his head good naturedly.

“Just wait,” Julie murmured as Alex made his way to the microphone. “Apparently the other two are so much worse.”

Luke smiled and pressed a kiss to her hand. “Good thing you’re stuck with me, huh?”

Julie smiled and gently kissed him.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered when she pulled back. “I drooled over you too.”

Luke snorted abruptly.

They really were made for each other.

[krizaland]

Do you think in your Zimvoid story that our zim has a random picture of his s/o in his pak and is looking at it a lot. Like he is under the impression he might not ever see his s/o again. (the sad talk from all the other zims arent helping either.)

How delightfully angsty Anon! You just made me cry gave me inspiration for a chapter 2!

Bring some tissues and strap in! We’re going on another feels trip! I apologize for any sadness this chapter may bring you!

Be warned: There’s spoilers for the Invader Zim comics ahead!

First Chapter

Protip: If you listen to a funny song (like a meme song such as: All Star or even circus music) while reading angst then it helps halt the tears. 

Meanwhile, your Zim had just climbed the ranks in the arena.

“Congratulations, 2170, you’re the new 2165. You can look forward to your new assignment, Mold Scraper” 500 sighed as he changed the number on your Zim’s collar.

“What?! No! Is that better than sewage unclogger?” Your Zim huffed.

“Very slightly”

“Unacceptable! I demand something better!” You Zim snapped as he pointed to the sky.

“Well if you really want to participate in more fights..” 500 pulled out his book of Zim opponents and flipped through the pages.

“As many as it takes! It’ll be a cakewalk! No Zim walks cakes better than I! You hear?!” You Zim declared as he shook his fist at the sky.

“Just point me in the way of the mes I need to destroy!” Your Zim’s voice dripped with venom as a sinister grin spread across his face.

“Alright, let me chose your next opponent. Just wait here for a bit.” 500 groaned as he gestured to an empty seat in the waiting area.

Your Zim promptly took his seat and let out a sigh. While he would never admit it, he was starting to get tired.

“Why am I even doing this? Everyone knows that I’m the superior Zim! And what’s with all of this talk of ‘things’. This Zim needs no pathetic ‘thing’! These battles are a waste of my time!” Your Zim thought to himself.

Suddenly his mind reminded him of something you once said to him when he was feeling down:

“Sometimes, we have to do things we don’t want to do. Does it suck? Yeah. But can you do it? Absolutely. Zim, you’re the best at everything you do! Go out there and show them who’s boss!”

Your Zim chuckled as he straightened up a bit. He opened his PAK and a small gadget popped out and displayed a hologram of you.

It wasn’t just any hologram of you. It was his personal favorite hologram of you.

In the hologram, you were wearing your fanciest formal attire for the Skool dance. You looked so lovely that evening. Your Zim let out a dreamy sigh as he remembered that night:

“Thanks for coming with me, Zim.” You smiled as you held Zim’s hand.

“It’s of no trouble, Sweet Y/N! I’d like learn more about these human ‘dances’” Your Zim explained as he followed you inside the Skool.

You gently lead your Zim to the lunchroom. The lunchroom was poorly decorated in half assed streamers and poorly edited posters that read: “Danse”.  The smell of mold and expired milk still lingered in the air but your Zim didn’t care.

All he could focus on was the feeling of your hand intertwined with his.

“Seriously, Y/N?! I can’t believe you brought that alien monster to the dance! He probably wants to plant a bomb or something!”

Dib’s whining woke your Zim from his thoughts.

“Dib, he’s not a monster. Zim and I are just here to dance and have a good time.” You huffed as you shot Dib a glare.

���Yeah! So go wallow in your lonely existence somewhere else, Dib-Stink!” Your Zim added.

“Zim! Don’t stoop to his level!” You scolded as you shot your Zim a glare.

“I don’t get it! What do you even see in him?! He’s an alien! An evil monster that wants to destroy mankind! How can you stand there and call him your boyfriend?!” Dib ranted as he gestured to Zim.

“Dib, there’s more to Zim than you think. He’s not evil and has given up on destroying the Earth like a year ago.” You huffed.

“Do you honestly believe he’s changed?! How gullible can you be?! Why don’t you -”

“I’m not going to argue with you, Dib! Leave us alone!” You interjected.

“Gah! Why do you love him?! There’s so many better people out there! You could do so much better!” Dib insisted.

“C’mon, Zim let’s go find somewhere else to dance.” You growled as you gently lead your Zim away from Dib.

Your Zim let you lead him away from Dib but stuck his worm like tongue at him while you weren’t looking.

“You should be dancing with me…” Dib trailed off as he hung his head in defeat.

“You’d think after you apologized said you’ve changed that Dib would leave you be.” You grumbled as you sat down at one of the open lunch tables.

“Oh let’s not let the Dib monkey rain all over our perfect dance!” Zim mused as he sat beside you.

“Heh. I guess you’re right, about that.” You giggled.

“Attention, students! It’s time for the obligatory slow dance! Find yourself a partner or suffer in your bone crushing loneliness!” The DJ announced.

“Slow Dance? Are they going to bring out a time warper and slow down the flow of time?!” Your Zim squealed as his eyes lit up.

“I wish! But no. A slow dance is where they play a really mushy love song and you’re supposed to dance all slow to it.” You chuckled.

“Oh. I liked the time warp idea better.” Your Zim pouted.

“Yeah, me too. Wanna slow dance anyway?” You offered as you got up.

“Sure, why not?” Your Zim chirped as he joined you.

You gently took your Zim’s hand and lead him to the dance floor.

Upon observing how the other students were dancing, Your Zim activated his spider legs and gently put his hands around your waist.

You giggled as put your hands on his shoulders.

Your Zim was very nervous but the soft look in your eyes put him at ease.

Soon the music began and all your Zim could focus on was you.  

Your Zim followed your gentle movements. His hips swayed with yours and let the music take the reigns.

“Wise men say, Only fools rush in.  

But I can’t help falling in love with you.”

You mouthed the words as you gazed into Zim’s eyes.

“Shall I stay? Would it be a sin? Oh if I can’t help

Falling in love with you.”

There may have not been a time warper nearby but time still felt like it was slowing down none the less.

“Like a river flows, slowly to the sea. Darling so it goes

Some things are meant to be”

Suddenly the other students seemed to melt away. It soon it felt as if you and your Zim were the only ones in the room.

“Take my hand, take my whole life too. Oh for I can’t help,

Falling in love with you”

Your Zim gazed deeply into your E/C eyes. They looked as if they twinkled with stardust.

“Like a river flows, slowly to the sea, darling so it goes,

Somethings are meant to be”

Your Zim never thought he’d ever feel anything like affection in his life. He used to think affection was for the weak but all of that changed once he met you.

“Oh take my hand, take my whole life too. Oh for I can’t help

Falling in love with you”

Your Zim never expected a human to be on his list of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen but there you were.

Your Zim had travelled throughout the universe and had seen his fair share of beautiful things but you? You surpassed every single one of those things. It so was more than just your physical appearance as well.

You were strong, intelligent, and most importantly,

You were open minded.

You never judged nor made fun of him. You always gave him the respect he so rightfully deserved! You were the only one who understood his incredible genius! You were perfect in every way.

“Oh for I can’t help

Falling in love with you” You and your Zim’s voices melted together as you gently pressed you’re foreheads together.

The moment the song ended, your Zim’s instincts kicked in.

Without a second thought, he removed his hands from around your waist.

He cupped your face and pulled you into a passionate kiss.

It wasn’t just any kiss, however. It was a first kiss. For the both of you.

Your eyes were wide for a moment before slowly closing as you let your Zim explore every inch of your mouth.

Your tongue playfully wrestled with his as he let out a few muffled chirps and purrs.

“Hey! Excuse me!”

The sound 500’s tired voice brought your Zim back to reality.

“Huh? Gah!” Your Zim yelped as he realized he was kissing your hologram.

“You should probably put that away. You’re never gonna see them again.” 500 sighed as he gestured to your hologram.

“Nonsense! Of course I’ll see my sweet Y/N again!” Your Zim insisted as he shut off the hologram.

“That’s what every Zim says” 500 groaned as a few tears begun to trickle down his cheeks.

“And your point is?”

“My point is that you’re stuck here forever. No Zim has ever successfully left the Zimvoid. You might as well forget that your Y/N, heck, any Y/N even existed. Trust me, keeping those memories around just makes things worse than they already are.” 500 explained as a few more tears streamed down his face.

“No! You lie! YOU LIE!” Your Zim screeched as a few tears of his own begun to form in his eyes.

“That’s what every Zim says.” 500 shook his head as he dried his tears.

“I will leave this filthy planet! I will leave this planet and see my sweet Y/N again IF ITS THE LAST THING I DO!!” Your Zim roared as a few tears dripped down his cheeks.

“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I’ve heard it all before. Here. I’ve found your next opponent. Come with me please.” 500 groaned as he lead your Zim back to the arena.

“Very well! GIVE ME YOUR WORST!”

Next

[songaboutexiles]

We are the majority

I'm a quiet person. Chill, you might even say. But today, I'm here to declare that I. AM. DONE.

I've had a song stuck in my head for days. The first lines are: "We are the majority/You are the minority/Fuck your lies and fuck your greed/We are the majority." So let's unpack that, shall we?

First, let's talk about the minority. The dangerous, hate-filled, orange-idol-worshipping minority. What, you think that just because they elected Trump, they're the majority? And that fact bestows upon them some kind of high ground, with the rest of us running madly along trying to keep up and hold the small ground that we have under our feet? Bullshit. They are doddering fools: racists and homophobes and xenophobes. Oh, my. They were fed a 24/7 diet of Fox News and demagoguery designed to appeal to their basest instincts. They have been gaslit into throwing their fanatical support behind a tin-plated despot while simultaneously working against their own best interests.

None of this is a coincidence. Never for a moment think it is. The systematic defunding and dumbing down of the U.S. public school system has devastated this populace, making it seem like critical thinking is for libtards. They have pastors, fueled by the frenzied, mouth-foaming remnants of the 80s Moral Majority (more on that in a moment) shoving the prosperity gospel down their throats every Sunday and Wednesday. They have been taught that the more money you have, the more God loves you and hates everyone else.

If you combine a shitty educational system and a money cult, you get what we have right now. You get a group of people who are blind to irony, deaf to lies, and mute when confronted with proof of their own inferiority. Every failure must really be a success, if you stand on your head, pray hard enough, and squint your eyes up really tightly. Otherwise...well, where does that leave them? It leaves them exactly where they've always been - either drowning in systemic poverty or holding the keys to the secret playgrounds of the 1%. It's the same old story, second verse same as the first. It's the rich exploiting the poor and/or the ignorant, all to line their own pockets. Tax breaks for corporations and billionaires, no universal healthcare, no reform, no progress. Certainly no progressivism. Moving forward is scary, and they are cowards looking for an easy high off their own sense of superiority.

But they are not the majority.

We are.

The opposition has co-opted (stolen) the concept of morality since before the days of the Moral Majority. Think about that for a moment. Remember the old joke "The Moral Majority is neither." The poison fruit of those seeds has choked every area of public discourse. Combine that with the implicit (or explicit) belief that poor people and different people are bad people, and here we fucking are in 2020.

They don't own morality. They don't own a majority voice. Their morality has always been toxic, and devoid of even the most basic human kindness. How many have dashed themselves bloody on the rocks of their morality? Have you? I have. I'm betting that you know rather a lot of people who have tried beyond all reason to shove themselves inside the narrow, toxic definition of morality. We could have a long debate here between morality and ethics and I'd be writing for days. But this isn't grad school, and you aren't stupid. You know what I'm talking about - the Evangelical, Dominionist Christian ideal of morality.

This is all part and parcel of their ultimate goal - to quash violently all forms of expression that exist outside their cruel, hard, unfeeling paradigm.

To make everyone else feel ashamed, while they congratulate themselves on their piety and their fanatical worship of a false idol.

Do not let them make you feel small. Do not let them make you ashamed. Do not let them make you feel cowed.

Because, you guessed it, you're the majority. We are the majority. We open our arms enthusiastically to the othered, to the desperate, to the oppressed, to the different. We are people of color. We are queer. We are the disabled. We are Christians, Muslims, Hindus, Buddhists, Jewish people, Atheists, Pagans and more - because we do not ever close the book on a list and say "these are the people we love." If you are the marginalized, the disenfranchised, the brutalized, the bullied, the abuse survivor, the mentally ill, we are allies. We are a community. We are strong. We don't need an idol to rally around. We rally around the weakest and most vulnerable people and stand as a shield against the encroaching darkness.

And that, my friends is moral (and ethical). We are not just the majority. We are the Moral Majority. Do not cede the high ground, not even for a moment. Not even for your Grandma or your stepdad or whoever it is trying to put you in your place. Your place is wherever you define it. It's the ground beneath your feet. It's the fucking Oval Office. We own the future. When you doubt that, remember everywhere you look, in ways as quiet as a whisper or as loud as a megaphone, you are not alone.

It's ridiculous to say we must take our country back, since it's only an infantile and strident minority holding it hostage. However, here we are. Show up in November. Stand in line for seven hours if you have to. Get your mail-in ballot (if they let you). Strap on your mask and hit the pavement and don't leave until you've cast your vote.

Because I have a secret. I want the minority to be defeated so utterly that they are forced to question for once in their lives. I want the minority to ask their fallen idol why they've been brought so low. I want them ASHAMED. They have acted shamefully, and I want them to feel it. I want fucking Nazis to crawl back into their rat-infested holes and be too afraid to show their faces in public. I want them to understand in no uncertain terms that they ARE the minority - the aging and tarnished and loveless minority.

We are the majority.