#shut up fundip

[fundippinditz]

Hey so I forgot tumblr exists for a few months and now I have a billion messages. Sorry about that.

[heavenlysphere]

[infinityasph]

someone stop me from giving karivarry kids too.

[nothing-more-than-hot-leaf-juice]

Ok modern zuko would be an expert at breakdancing and sokka would be the guy who just bi-panicks whenever he does

(whoops, my hand slipped and I accidentally wrote a modern au headcanon turned zukka karate au one-shot) 

Okay but consider this instead: Zuko doesn’t know how to dance for shit and has horrible rhythm, but he is a GOD at martial arts. He’s been doing some type of style since he was a kid and is a full black belt by the time he hits high school. Martial arts was always something he excelled at, but it was also something that made him feel more secure. It was something he could work on to help him protect himself from his home life, even if it wasn’t enough most times. He specifically excels in weapons forms (I’m thinking twin sais) and you DO NOT want to spar with him. Because he may be skinny and shorter, but he’s quick and can hit hard at just the right spots. 

When he was younger he was obsessed mainly because he felt that belt rankings and trophies from competitions were a way to prove himself to his dad, but when he moved in with Iroh (who encouraged him to keep it up and was so proud of how talented and passionate he was about it), he basically used it in place of talking about his feelings. He didn’t talk about his home life or the shit Ozai did, instead, he put all his energy into his black belt levels, learning new weapons forms, and eventually into teaching new students as a junior instructor. 

At school, he’s awkward and asocial and just doesn’t have the energy for people. Zuko has little patience for asshole classmates who ask intrusive questions about his scar or spread rumors about where he got it. He eats lunch in his English classroom and would be a complete shut-in if Iroh didn’t get him to work part-time at the Jasmine Dragon. But in the dojo, he’s focused and is able to direct his energy into improving his forms and teaching younger teens. 

One of his newer students transferred from a different dojo after moving from a different state. He’s actually a freshman at Zuko’s high school but it’s not as if Zuko really interacted that much with him. This kid, Aang, is as talented and dedicated as he is, but has a long way to go to learn all the new katas. Zuko’s been dubbed the ‘scary’ trainer at the dojo. He’s the serious one who will yell if someone is goofing off and everyone’s seen that he has no problem using full force in a demonstration (little kids love him and he’s super nice to them, but he teaches the 12-15 age range). Plus there’s that scar, which doesn’t make him the most initially welcoming person. But this new kid Aang just latches onto Zuko immediately. He says hi to Zuko in the halls at school and works on his katas outside of regular practice times. At first Zuko thinks this sickeningly positive kid is annoying as crap, but warms up to him. He likes that Aang cares about martial arts and isn’t nice as a show, he’s just genuinely nice. 

And maybe he sees Aang hanging around school with a sophomore girl and her brother who just might be in Zuko’s calc class and English class. 

And maybe Zuko thinks this guy is insanely attractive and somehow incredibly funny even though most of his humor consists of the worst puns imaginable. 

But obviously, Zuko hasn’t attempted to ever actually talk to this guy. The most that he could classify as ‘talking’ to the cute, funny guy on the robotics club is the one day in English class when he had to respond to someone’s dumbass comment about Macbeth with what ended up being a ten minute spoken essay about obvious motifs and symbolism. To which Mr. Puns and Ponytail was very obviously paying great attention to and even gave Zuko a smile and thumbs up for. 

Zuko knows it’s pointless to engage. After all, he’s a senior and he doesn’t have any friends anyway. There’s no point in making any this year. Crushing on this guy from the comfortable position of the other side of the room is totally good enough for him. Totally. This is fine. He’s fine.  

Besides, he’s got competitions and if he doesn’t secure the regional championships this year he’s never going to get the chance after he goes to college. And he’s got his kids to train. Aang in particular is gearing up for his first debut into this area’s tournament. 

The tournament’s in October and usually, Zuko focuses on his own matches and performances, but Aang really wanted him to watch his set. So on this day, he stands on the sides of Aang’s zone instead of obsessively going through his katas in a corner.He’s not going to be able to watch the whole set because it overlaps with his own weapons portion, but he stands on the side and gives Aang a reassuring look that, ‘don’t worry, you’ll do great, you’re a talented kid,’ when his student looks over to him nervously. 

And wouldn’t you know it? Aang brought some friends to come watch. And one of them is Mr. Zuko’s Big Gay Crush. 

“Oh, hey Zuko,” are the words that come out of this guy's mouth that give Zuko a near-stroke. And damn if this guy’s eyes aren’t blue and pretty and he usually wears his hair in a ponytail at school, but now he’s wearing it down and Zuko wishes he could take screenshots with his brain because holy moly. 

“Hey.” Is the best that Zuko can get out of his dumb mouth. “You’re Sokka.” 

“Aang invited us to come watch,” Sokka nudges his head to indicate the ‘us’ includes his younger sister, who Zuko doesn’t know the name of. “How do you guys not get heatstroke during these things? It’s like a million degrees in here.” 

“Oh the gi’s pretty cold, I mean, it’s got air and stuff.” 

Zuko decided right there that he would be completely fine with being struck by lightning. Of course, that’s what his stupid brain would come up with. Of course, that’d be the thing he’d say in front of one of the smartest guys in his class. 

They watch Aang perform his set for the judges. Zuko recognizes that Aang took his advice when he said that he wasn’t putting enough force into his hits. He’s never seen Aang be as, well, aggressive isn’t the right word, but he’s definitely putting more power into his form. Zuko wouldn’t admit it, though, but only part of his attention was for Aang at the moment. The other part was for Sokka, who was smiling bright and pumping his fists when Aang completed a row of kicks. 

The small part of Zuko’s brain that wasn’t being taken up by watching Aang or trying to act normal around his crush noticed the clock on the wall indicating that the weapons portion would be starting in five minutes.  

“I’ve got to go do a thing so I’ll just, um, go do that now.” 

“Are you competing too?” Sokka asked. 

To this question Zuko just holds up his sais and raises his eyebrow as if to say ‘it’s a tournament, what do you think?’ Because yeah, he knows Sokka’s super smart, he’s seen him churn out calc answers at the speed of light and noticed his name on the robotics club awards update on the school’s website, but he’d also seen Sokka eat 5 packs of fundip at once on a dare and unironically wear a ‘women want me, fish fear me’ t-shirt for most of junior year. Somehow he had managed to fall for the smartest dumbass on earth. 

“Oh yeah, right.” Sokka eyes the sais and then looks right at Zuko’s face, “Aang says you’re really good.” 

Zuko decides that thinking about Aang talking to Sokka about him was something he didn’t need distracting him during his set. That was something he could anxious about later. 

“Hopefully good enough for those five assholes,” Zuko replies, gesturing to the panel of judges in the weapons section of the gymnasium. To his shock, Sokka laughs. It’s a nice laugh, too. And Zuko really hoped he could blame the blush that was one-hundred-percent creeping up his face on the lack of AC. 

“You know, you’re pretty funny man,” Sokka tells him. Zuko has no clue how to take that compliment, but he really does need to go. 

“Right,” he grins nervously and shifts his left foot around to bounce away, “well I have to go do my thing.” 

“Good luck!” 

That’s where Zuko thinks the beginning and end of his interaction with Sokka would be. 

The weapons portion thankfully goes by age. And since Zuko’s one of the youngest competitions, he gets to go first for his sai katas. This is what literal years of training have prepared him for. At regionals last year, the second advanced kata got him placed high enough to qualify for states. This is what he’s good at. He tells himself that a thousand times before starting his set. 

There’s not a thought in his head as Zuko goes through the form. The sais glide through his fingertips with every jab, block, and hook. The imaginary opponent doesn’t stand a chance. He’s cool and competent and graceful. It’s therapeutic in a sense. There’s enough adrenaline to make Zuko feel like he’s worth something, but more importantly, he knows he’s nailing this. Whatever the judges say about it, he knows that he’s perfected this form after practicing it at least a thousand times over three years. 

The judges agree with him. He’s the first competitor of the weapons portion but there isn’t really a doubt in their minds about who’s going to place. 

Zuko zones back in to the gym after bowing to the panel. He walks off, feeling lighter and letting a satisfactory smile take over his face. 

He expects the hug from Uncle and the proud smile from Sensei Piandao, but what he doesn’t expect is to see Sokka, eyes wide as globes, staring at him from the other side of the mat. 

Because what Zuko doesn’t know is that the second he turned his wrists in his first form during his hooks, Sokka’s brain went into Full Bi Panic Mode. 

And Zuko thinks the one conversation where he couldn’t talk like a human and wanted to die for most of it would be the only time Sokka would decide to willingly talk to him. Zuko is dead wrong. Sokka, in fact, has decided that this, this is the guy his Disaster Bi Brain has decided to latch onto. Sokka’s brain and all his squishy feelings have apparently decided to attach to this aloof kid with the scar who reserved his voice for eloquent, impassioned speeches about dramas and was apparently an actual god with weapons. Sokka decides that Zuko could roundhouse kick him in the side and he’d thank him. And right now Zuko’s looking at him with a dumbfounded expression, prompting Sokka to remember how to function so he can go over to congratulate Zuko and maybe ask if his dojo provides a free trial. 

So yeah, that one conversation ends up decisively not being the end of anything. 

[frownyalfred]

“So anyway,” Hal said, looking through a display of calla lilies, “which one of these says ‘sorry I had to do space coke off your ass, glad we completed the mission’ to you?” 

                                                       “Just do it, Jordan.”

Hal hesitated, scanning the crowd of drunk aliens watching eagerly. For the eighth time that night, and the thirtieth time on this mission, he questioned his life choices. 

Across the table, Bruce tilted his head, his jaw clenching briefly. He’d accepted a glowing drink, holding it between his hands as the aliens around them cheered, tentacles waving. 

“If you don’t accept it, the negotiations are null and void,” Bruce said in that cold, logical voice that made too much damn sense. “Take. The. Gift.”

“Fine,” Hal said, snatching the proffered packet. A cheer went through the crowd, tentacles undulating and beaks chattering. “What now?”

“You ingest it,” Bruce replied, looking pained. “Ewoan traditions were mandatory reading before this mission.”

“I skimmed,” Hal said, nodding and smiling as one of the aliens gestured at the packet, its tentacles waving insistently. He held up the pink powder. “So. Just like fundip? You got a glass of water I can dissolve this in?”

The alien immediately to his right -- the one they’d had been negotiating with, crowned by a ring of horns and fleshy nubs -- chattered into his ear, displeased. 

“He said I have to...inhale it,” Hal translated for Bruce, frowning. “I think. The ring’s having a little trouble distinguishing the clicking noises.” 

“So inhale it,” Bruce said, deadpan. 

Hal frowned at him. “All of it?”

The alien leader made a series of clicking noises, translated by the ring as increasingly distressed questions about his faith in the negotiations. 

“I’m doing it,” Hal spoke through the ring, waving a hand at the alien, “I’m doing it!”

With a sigh, he split open the packet, watching the pink crystals drift into the air. There was no warning from his ring, so he sniffed gingerly at the floating powder. 

A bolt of energy burned through his head, sending shockwaves across his body. Pink burst behind his eyelids, blinding him as he flung a hand out, desperate for stability. 

“---ordan!”

He opened his eyes to Bruce, a spilled mug of whatever the other man had been drinking across the table, and the distinct feeling he’d been about to fall. 

“Jordan. Talk to me.”

“I’m fine,” he said, feeling the words out in his mouth. They tasted...strange. “It’s just stronger than I expected.”

Bruce looked mildly concerned -- on his face, a slight twitch of his lips. “Will you be able to finish it all?”

“I...probably.” Hal shook his head, suddenly realizing the other man was holding him up, a hand braced under his shoulder. “Give me a sec.”

The leader clearly didn’t like that, waving his front tentacles in combination with a clicking that came from the very recesses of his throat. Hal groaned as the ring translated. 

“You need to help,” he told Bruce, “Apparently. I don’t know, it’s not translating well.” 

“Whatever you need.” the other man said, painfully casual. 

The alien motioned for Bruce to stand, which he did, grudgingly. Hal frowned as he chattered back at him, gesturing toward the powder, then back to Bruce. 

“He wants you to...bend over?” Hal said, cheeks flushing as he realized what he’d just said. 

Bruce paused, considering this. “The Æœțriegfor ritual.”

“What?”

The other man sighed, looked up at the stars, and began taking off his pants. 

Hal’s cheeks, already red, began to burn. “What the--what are you doing?”

“Completing the ritual,” Bruce said, pulling off his boxers and leaning down across the table. With a shift of his hips, he was laid flat, the leader clicking in approval behind him. “Jordan.”

“Huh?” Hal said, staring somewhere above the other man’s head, absolutely flummoxed. 

“If you ever want to get off this planet,” Bruce said, glaring over his elbows, “You’re going to put the powder on me and inhale it.” 

“Fuck, why?” Hal said, panicked.

“It’s a sign of respect in their culture,” Bruce fucking Wayne rolled his eyes, “this species communicates trust through anal contact, are you telling me you didn’t read anything I sent you--”

“Shut up!” Hal said, pointing at him, his hands trembling, “I’m taking this in, okay!” 

“Process later,” Bruce said, somehow managing to appear dignified, naked from the waist down and leaning on his elbows. “I don’t speak much Ewoan, but they’re growing displeased with us.”

The leader clacked his beak together, a sharp click that had Hal flinching. 

In an instant, tension crippled the room, drawing tight over them. He met Bruce’s gaze, prayed to whatever higher power was still listening, and stepped forward. 

“Okay! Fine! I’m doing it!”

                                        xXx

“So anyway,” Hal said, looking through a display of calla lilies, “which one of these says ‘sorry I had to do space coke off your ass, glad we completed the mission’ to you?”

Dinah froze, her hand hovering above a bouquet of roses. 

“I’m thinking the autumnal arrangement,” Hal said, considering, “Wait. What if he doesn’t like mums?”

“Please back up,” Dinah said, strained. “I’m begging you.”

“Everyone likes mums, though,” Hal said, frowning at the arrangement. “I’m getting it. Holy shit, $24.99 for one bouquet?”

“Hal.”

“Maybe I should do an edible arrangement instead.” 

“HAL!”

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

Thoughts on, Invader Zim Quarterly: Holiday Special

WEEEE WISH YOU A MERRY JINGLY WE WISH YOU A MERRY JINGLY!

Ahhhhh It’s out! I’m so excited!

But I always get excited when it has my man Membrane and my man Eric Trueheart involved with the comics. 

Also santa..   Tbh, I was excited and nervous about this quarterly. 

Excited because it has Membrane santa backstory...

But I was nervous because that it means they might bring back the santa-blob monster from the Holiday special on the TV... and The Christmas special is one of my least favorite IZ episodes...   I mean... I rewatch it occasionally, and it’s fun, but I’m just kinda used to IZ having more BITE in it’s satire if you know what I mean? The Christmas Special in the IZ universe doesn’t really say anything about the capitalism of Christmas... it’s not like IZ hasn’t made fun of capitalism before. (that’s the whole show)  The Christmas Special in the show just kinda fell flat of my expectations of what an Invader Zim episode should be....

The only thing I respect the Holiday Special for, is that it goes down the “Santa isn’t real” route in a kid’s show and sticks to it. (there’s no “real santa” that shows up and “solves everything”) All of the “Santa’s Helpers” confused the Santa mythos with the Christianity Jesus mythos. (”waiting one day for his return”) Which makes sense, since IZ is like dystopian future Suburbia Hell. I just kinda like that there’s no “real santa” that interfered to “fix everything” and that Zim himself ended up CREATING Santa when he didn’t exist previously. Like I find that kinda cool...

Other then that, I just kinda wanted something else from the Hoilday special then what I got. (It taking priority over scrapped episodes like “the trail” and “Ten minutes to doom” and “mopiness of doom” does not help it’s case in being one of my C-tier episodes...) 

So maybe this quarterly will fill the void of what I wanted out of a Holiday special? Well, let’s see. 

SPOILERS FOR THE QUARTERLY BELOW THE CUT

Ways to get Dana off-board immediately: Monster Santa is canon. 

I always never liked to view the special as canon for ways that it fell flat before.

And I had the excuse of saying that the snowman was an unreliable narrator and I could adapt it down the line in my fic as a different story. 

I just didn’t like the idea of Monster-horror-blob santa...  Like... Cool design... but he just kinda represents everything I disliked about the special...  (including the major inconsistency of when Tak’s ship got fixed...)

But then again.. I need to remember IZ’s lore isn’t as consistent as I think it is sometimes... 

Okay, fine. Monster blob santa real... what else you got for me, Holiday special?

FACE HUGGER SANTA! FACE HUGGER SANTA! I AM NOT INTO IT! 

WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT?! NO. DANA HATES THIS!

Okay, kinda into it because this means that ZIM CREATED SANTA in this mythos... I am dying.... wait.. this takes place in the future then...soo...?

haoFhaGHAOhfgg 

It was all a dream?!  

GOOD.

my heart couldn’t take it if horror-santa was real... 

Also... that nightcap and bed... Does this mean we’re going to have an Invader Zim Christmas Carol?!?!?! I know that’s been adapted a schmillion times but I would be so into that.... 

Also... Flying... hamm...

Good ol’ Zim... Repressing those memories...  

Also this being the THIRD ETF reference in a quarterly, It can be very safe to say the Quarterly issues take place after the events of ETF.

Clembrane exists in the Quarterly, Membrane has robot arms, Zim remembers this (kinda)  Yeah this is definately ETF verse and it’s here to stay. 

Christmas Carol?! I’m down for this... and I can’t help but notice their claws look familiar

OH HOLY HELL I WAS RIGHT! THESE GUYS! I LOVE THESE GUYS?!

Why are you here tho?

I’m a bit lost on why these guys wanta take over the earth, but they’re hilarious so I’m just glad they’re here.

Also...   The Christmas Special is Schrodinger's Christmas... did it happen, or was it a dream, or the tales of a lunatic snowman... I guess I’ll never know. 

The issue goes on for an IZ Christmas Carol parody (heck yea) and the visions are all hilarious and I’m not gonna spoil them here... but...

Eric.... this is terrifying..........thanks I hate it. 

TINY DIB THOUGH! GHAOGHAHGAHAHA

THIS IS GREAT

THE MORE DIB SUFFERS THE MORE I LOVE IT!

“Though I am Dib and sickly father”

I’m dying XDDDDD

Also... What the fuck is Zim’s reaction here... 

I find it funny that Zim has put Dib into simulated realities before... (in the show and comics) and in the show, Dib is all powerful and in the comics, Dib is just himself and Zim is his brother..

But seeing a simulated Dib all weak and pathetic and chronically ill BOTHERS ZIM?!?!

That’s... well that’s interesting. 

Thought he’d laugh at this honestly, but he seems greatly annoyed... 

I CHANGED MY MIND! THIS IS THE BEST THING! 

(those who know me know why I’m dying over this)

YES!!!

ZIM DOESN’T LIKE WHEN PEOPLE FEEL BAD FOR HIM OR PITY HIM! 

(which confirms like a lot of my hcs and adds spicy kindling to my au much mad respect) 

This I find interesting...  Zim complepative over his lonely/abandoned grave. It’s like he really doesn’t know how to feel. It’s more of a numbness then a sadness. Or he noticed how empty his life is... 

He feels lonely and empty about it...  which tracks considering how Zim’s greatest fear in the Trial was to be deleted and never be remembered by anyone. 

I don’t know... This panel makes me feel things...

Johnen: Haha. Zim’s not that deep a character.

Eric: Hey for the Christmas special, let’s have Zim parody a Christmas carol and feel lonely staring at his own empty grave when he realizes no one cares about him or misses him.

Johnen: Cool. Do it. 

What are you two assholes doing to me, man?! I have feelings! 

AND ONCE AGAIN!

Zim hates pity and people feeling bad and sorry for him. 

Man this makes me so sad...  And it really feels like this issue looked into my brain again, cause I have some plans relating to Zim not wanting sympathy or pity from anyone later down the line (okay I’ll shut up about my au. We’re talking Zim here)

And of course, Zim breaks everything like he usually does. (this time on purpose)

Also nice callback that Zim remembered that Dib said he liked his boots one time in the Poop-wizard issue. 

Also, it ends? I guess this quarterly has a few shorter stories this time... which I’m fine with. 

Also, Zim should consider Green and Blue like D-list friends at this point and just invite them in for some fundip or something (come on, Zim, it’s Christmas.....) 

GASP!?!?!

LITTLE MEMBRANE!!!

AND GRANDPARENTS CONFIRMED!!! 

Wait... so his Parents are scientists too? Is that why he always wanted to be a scientist?

But then wait.... If Membrane inherited Membrane Labs from his parents... Why is HIS FACE the brand of the Company?..... There’s so much Membrane-face brand merch in the show. (it decorates his home..) 

Like even if they were dead, if his parents founded Membrane labs, I feel they’d still be the face. of the company... (that’s how a lot of corporate faces are these days... they show some old dead guy who made the company as opposed to the son who inherited the Company.... Like everyone knows who Walt Disney/Mickey Mouse is, but unless you pay close attention to that kinda thing, not everyone knows who the current chairman or CEO is in the modern age....)

I just find that a bit odd. 

Anyways... I feel people can still do what they want with Membrane’s parents and get away with it. I’m not changing my “his parents were farmers” headcanon. Sorry comic..

BUT I LOVE THEIR DESIGNS.

I love how Membrane looks a lot like his mother, and his father is just BUFF GAZ with a pipe.... Truely legends. 

GASP!!!

COLLEGEBRANE COLLEGEBRANE COLLEGEBRANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LOOKOUT DIB, THIS IS YOUR FUTURE!

I FUCKING LOVE HOW OILY HE LOOKS.. AND IT ADDS UP CAUSE...

The Membrane Men when they don’t shower or bathe in months.....

Someone help these two.

(thank god Membrane got better at personal hygiene.) 

Also Teenbrane STILL has his human arms and not his robo-arms.

This means he loses his arms later in life...  YUSH HORRAY FOR HEADCANNONS BEING VALIDATED!

He didn’t lose his arms in a shark accident when he was a KID! It happened WAY LATER!

NICE!

OH MY GOD HE IS BABY!

HE IS SO SHY AND ACKWARD! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

I LOVE HIM!

He is just... all sweat and hiding his work but also very passionate and spiteful. 

Like you can see who he grew up to become, and you can also see how a kid like Dib came out of a man like him...

But I love social anxiety awkward early twenties/late teens Membrane... He is a baby! 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

MEMBRANE ;w;

Basically, Membrane knows that Santa isn’t real, but he doesn’t want to be mad at his parents so he harbors a grudge on Santa instead... THAT’S SO SWEET I’M CRYING  TTmTT

LIKE THAT IS SO SWEET AND I’M CRYING!

(also I love how me and Ceph understand Membrane’s character too well that the gesture he does in the 2nd panel here are reminisant of our fic so many times... Like we have his mannerisms down and I love when the mask slips from Membrane and we get to see a real person... augh soo good) 

WHO GAVE THEM THE RIGHT TO MAKE MY MAN THIS SAD?! ONLY I CAN MAKE HIM SAD!

MEMBRANE TTMTT

AUUUGHH

Also probably guessing the parents are dead...   I’m just laughing at their designs... 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Yes you are, Professor Membrane... Don’t let anyone tell you different. (actually, please do) Well, I mean,  At least you’re trying and get progressively better.

(also... this probably means everytime Dib has asked his Dad for a dangerous weapon to fight Zim with, Membrane just gives it to him no questions asked and I’m doing a MAJOR concern about this man’s parenting skills... get help please good sir!) 

Also, Dib really saved the day again here (like he did in Dib’s big day)

Dib called about destroying santa when Membrane was in one of his lowest points...  He hides it really well...   Especially from his children..

Ah..  I loved that one.

But I’m a huge Membrane Simp though.

I did find the stuff about Membrane’s parents a little weird... like I said regarding how Membrane’s face is the brand of Membrane labs...

Could be true that they were other scientists and that Membrane founded Membrane labs later... but that seems highly unlikely... 

Also... Why does the house look that hug when in the christmas special, it looked kinda like...well... just not that, and kinda more humble from the interior and not some big rocket lab...

So yeah... AMAZING character building for Membrane (which I eat up)

Hilarious Grandparent Designs. But I still prefer @esthyradler​ ‘s Grandparents. The superior Grandparents.

Anyways... The Quarterly was GREAT! 

I kinda find it funny the Zim story is the weaker one of the two again... But I honestly blame the Christmas Horror blob connection and the Christmas Carol parody. 

Or maybe my Membrane Bias is clouding my mind here.  I do have Zim bias but sometimes Zim can frustrate me. There’s just so many times Zim can do and say the same things you know? Zim is my baby, but sometimes his denial and annoyance with everyone can be very predictable at points. Zim was just way more fun in the last quarterly than this one. 

With Membrane it’s more of a blank slate what to do with him cause he ony started really mattering as a character since ETF. Yes, I do love show Membrane, but I admit he wasn’t exactly a character then. More of a presence and excuse for why Dib had access to lab equipment. With Dib’s Dilemma and this Hoilday special, the Quarterly folks seem determined to turn him into a fully realized character with the rest of the cast and I’m extremely excited to hear that!

(Computer issue/backstory WHEN?!) 

I don’t really have ratings or systems for these but hope you liked my thoughts.

Merry Christmas everyone.

[seemslegitflapjacks]

Quotes from the JTK Crew

Jeff

“SHUT UP YOU LISTEN TO BRITNEY SPEARS-“

“There’s face in my hair-“

“I had a dollar-“ *incoherent laughter

Liu

“I hope that dinosaur sharts on you.”

“Perish.”

“Musical chairs is gonna turn into screaming chairs if you keep it up-“

Troy

“My big butt shook the world.”

“I’m busting it down for the lord if you could please give me space.”

“It’s a penis colada.”

Randy

“I snorted fundip.”

*LOUD GOAT SCREAMING*

“AYE IM WALKIN’ ‘ERE!”

Keith

“Johnny Test has fuckboy energy.”

“Helmets are fun.”

“It’s only 8 am and I just saw a break up, a fist fight, and what I’m pretty sure was a drug deal.”

[r4gn0r0k]

*to the jingle of Klondike bar* What would Matt do for a fundip stick!?

“Matt’s going to stab your ass with his multitool if you don’t shUT THE FUCK UP.”

[bettycrocker]

my slowburn is more like waiting for the smoker in the backyard to get to an optimal temperature in the winter and then realizing i forgot to defrost the turkey i wanted to smoke so i have to wait for that to defrost but that also means i have to turn off the smoker again so i wait for the turkey to fully defrost after turning off the smoker but then i see ive run out of woodchips so i have to go chop some logs before i can turn the smoker back on and then i finally get the turkey into the smoker but i realize that i wanted to smoke it for at least 18 hours so im sitting there starving my ass off because its been like two fucking days since i start cooking this goddamn turkey and my kids are mad at me because all theyve been allowed to eat is fundip just shut up and eat your fucking fundip tommy EAT THE FUCKING FUNDIP

[sevenclowds]

Hello so I uhhh need a quote for my senior jacket (no not In yearbook, on the back of an actual jacket that I’ll probably never take off) and since you’re a fan since the earlier days, I need an mcr lyric/gway tweet that seems cheekily ~deep~ and “meaningful”, but still either edgy(mcr) or completely ridiculous(gway), and if u really don’t have anything suitable, may I just uhh ask for your all times favs?? Tysm! Lob u emom 🧡

Lob you too emorphan!

Hmm, this is going to require Thought, so hopefully other ppl will feel free to add their own fave quotes/lyrics. I’m gonna include part 2 of your ask below for completeness:

“(Senior jacket anon) I honestly just wanna trick everyone around me that I’m just as “normal” and fucking cheesy at them and only let The Emos understand djshdjsj (I also don’t wanna intimidate my parents, it’s been so many years and they still don’t know what kind of music I listen to dbnsbdjwb) PS: pls take ur time cherry picking the favs because I still got so many months until I have to confirm my jacket order ❤️”

Honestly, I don’t think you can go wrong with “Thank you for the venom” bc it’s iconic and was on Gerard’s shirt for their very first show so it gets extra emo points right there.

I also like “You get what everyone else gets, you get a lifetime” bc it’s a Neil Gaiman quote from the Preacher, which was the inspiration for the whole Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge concept. Actually google tells me the original quote was “You get what anybody gets - you get a lifetime” so you can take your pick.

How about “Shut up and let me see your jazz hands”? That’s nicely generic enough for your undercover emo needs.

Ditto “We are the kids from yesterday”

My all time fave Gerard tweet was: “lick that hand and stick it in a ziplock bag of fundip you mad animal” bc it’s just so Gerard.

And not forgetting “I grow stronger with more cats”

That’s all I have for now but I’ll add to it if anything comes to mind xxx

[pbpz]

can i just eat fundip till i die or

[ask-them-bois]

"Ex-fucking-scuse me!" A new voice cut in, sharp and irritated. Out of the kitchens strode Makeno, dressed in the gaudiest pants known to troll kind, and dusting his hands on an apron that said "Passionately make love to the cook."

The seadweller narrowed his eyes, his fins flared wide as he grabbed the blueblood by the shoulder. With his violetblood strength, Makeno easily shoved him off of the hemoano, sending him sprawling across the dining room. He glanced down at her, then stepped around her, firmly planting himself between her and the blueblood.

"Who the fuck are you, sir, to say who does or doesn't belong in my restaurant? Last I checked, every color is welcome here; it even says so on the fucking door. Are you going to harass my lowblooded staff, next?"

He sounded genuinely furious, his hands curled into fists at his sides. The blueblood picked himself up and dusted himself off, looking quite irate. The dining room had gone silent as patrons turned to watch.

Behind Makeno, one of his waitresses- a bronzeblood- crouched next to Kamkav. "Are you alright?" She whispered worriedly, offering a hand to help her up.

"Get the fuck out of my restaurant, you fundip colored fuck." Makeno spat, puffing out his chest and crossing his arms. He was tall, but the blueblood was a few inches taller. He wasn't going to argue against a violet, though, and backed off, before he turned and headed for the doors.

As soon as they were shut, Makeno deflated, rubbing at his temple. "I swear to fuck, if I get one more hemoist shitfish in here I'm converting this to a pailing bar." He said, his voice completely changed; no longer commanding and angry, but sassy and annoyed.

Clapping his hands once, he turned around, and smiled at Kamkav. "Sorry about that, hun. You alright? Have you been seated yet? Varala, comp her meal, on me." He addressed the bronzeblood.

"Actually, sir, she hadn't even gotten to the host station before the blueblood intercepted her." Varala explained.

|| @ask-them-bois

After everything that had happened over the passed few weeks, Kamkav decided maybe it was time to leave her job at the Call Center and try to apply for a position in another kitchen again. So after updating her application, and finding the best clothing she had in her closet, she set out to try and apply for some of the near by restaurants, and cafes. Hell anywhere where a cook would be needed. 

It was when she’d decided to put in her application at Siren’s Rock that things started to go downhill. Not all at once, but slowly as she waited to talk to someone about job applications. The cons to dressing hemo-anonymously was that most highbloods will assume you are a lowblood, and if you are in a space they feel you don’t belong, they will say something. 

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Tell me shit about fundip they’re cute as fuck and I would love to know about them

FUNF DNI FKOJLSKDJKLJFL S fun dip uhhhhhh below the cut im gonan tell you ALL I CAN 

this is the ref image because i havent drawn him like at all lmao KFLJSJFSKLJKL WHOOps

anyways as should be known fun dip is a prankster with various pranks, one including a whoopee cushion that goes *fart noise* becuase, farts, fart humor, im like little baby farts can make me go “hee hee” as long as theyre not in person only in person if theyre at the WORST moments JKLFSJLJFKLSJKL

because of someone else hes now gumballs brother becuase they mentioned it one time and i was like “... yeah.... yes....” 

he also likes to soemtimes break stuff with that sugar stick 

zap is, pet partner in prank crime, like “you want some gum?” but he normally adds in some reason for the cookie to want it (”you want some gum? huh? want any?”) 

hes really not that mean just a playful lil trickster 

his other pranks are NOT whoopee cushions i just need a second to think,,, replacing pink bears with yellow bears and vise versa and also making a coin a BIG coin yet worth the same amount of points as the smaller coin

hes already used up his brothers prankability and now gumball is like “shut up i dont want your gum” so now he just sticks to brotherly teasing 

honestly im making this up as my brain fluids go, but, fun dip,