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Invader Zim: Zim [ESTJ]

UNOFFICIAL TYPING BY: anonymous

Extroverted Thinking (Te) It’s virtually impossible for Zim to say anything in less than a thundering, authoritative voice, because he believes life is for order, conquest and domination. Zim tries to organize his environment to the best of his ability and does not like nonsense or distractions getting in the way of his mission. He’s tactless not only when dealing with members of his own race, but with the human populace on earth as well. He frequently yells at GIR for causing problems and will not rest until everything is ordered the way he wants.

Introverted Sensing (Si): Zim’s entire life mission derives from the cultural expectations that Irk bestows on his people. He has immense respect for his superiors; the Almighty Tallest, and believes that it is an Irken’s duty to overthrow other planets, all because that’s how he was brought up. He has major trouble adjusting to the culture of Earth, preferring the culture of his home planet instead.

Extroverted Intuition (Ne): In order to succeed at his mission, Zim uses a number of different inventions and ideas to better his chances. Many of these ideas are poorly conceived, such as his pathetic human disguise and he often fails to see the bigger picture or read between the lines when conversing with others. He sometimes worries about future consequences, so he adapts accordingly. 

Introverted Feeling (Fi): As Zim states several times throughout the series, Irkens are cold, unfeeling beings that have no need for emotions. That said, he does occasionally show compassion to GIR, albeit through words, not actions. While many of the beliefs he espouses are Irken customs, he does seem to take some of them a bit more personally than the rest of his race, such as the insistence that Irkens are proud loners that need no one.

NOTE: Zim is absolutely not an INTJ contrary to popular belief. He shows zero Ni in that he has no foresight over how his actions will play out and his desire to conquer the earth is not a vision he created, but the expectation his culture has for him. He speaks WAY too much and WAY too loudly to be an introvert. Just because GIR is his only friend and he claims to be against relationships, doesn’t mean he clamors for the glory associated with conquest. His Ne is clearly on the weaker side due to his dislike of new cultures and his half-baked plans.

Crop Tops | Justin Bieber Blurb

“No, no, no, no, no. Absolutely not.” I heard Justin’s voice say as I walked into the door. I held the heavy paper bag full of groceries for tonight’s dinner. I rolled my eyes as I walked to the kitchen. I just knew he had found some dumb reason to be upset today. As I removed the groceries from the bag I heard frantic footsteps that I knew could only be Justin. He walked into the kitchen like he was a special agent on a top-secret mission with nothing but distress and worry in his eyes.

“Hey, babe.” I told him.

“Get your daughter, y/n. She’s lost it.” he said. Y/d/n walked in shortly after him. She rolled her eyes when she saw him but immediately smiled when she looked at me, walking over to me to give me a kiss.

“Hey, ma.” she said before kissing my cheek.

“Hey, baby… Now, Justin, how is she losing it again?” I asked. My baby girl seemed perfectly normal and not in one of her teenager moods today so I don’t know what had Justin so riled up.

“Are you kidding? Look at what she’s trying to leave the house in.” He had one arm raised and straightened to point at y/d/n as he spoke. I looked at her as she just stood there, letting me look over her. She was wearing a black t-shirt she’d cut shorter and a pair of sweats with sneakers. I wasn’t sure what Justin had a problem with.

“What’s wrong with i- where are you going anyway?” I said, first talking to Justin then directing the question to our daughter.

“I’m going to the mall with Dana and Ashely. Can I take your car?” y/d/n asked.

“Yeah, sure. Go have fun.” I told her. She grabbed my keys and left before her father had the chance to protest since he was too busy yelling at me.

“What’s wrong with it?! Did you even notice her shirt?!”

“Um… the crop top?” I asked, going back to taking the groceries out of the bag.

“Yes, the crop top. It’s showing half her body!” I tilted my head back and let out a loud laugh before I turned to him.

“At you serious right now? You’re upset because she’s wearing a crop top?” I asked him.

“She’s 16!” he yelled.

“Yes, and she’s almost 17, then she’ll be 18 and can legally move out. Your point?”

“She’s too young to be wearing clothes that are so revealing. What’s wrong with a regular t-shirt?” he asked, pouting like the big baby he is. I swear the older y/d/n gets, the more frequent his little freak-outs happen. She’s getting older and I can tell it’s freaking him out. Pretty soon she’ll be out of the house, living her life, and it’ll just be us again. I don’t think he’s ready for it.

“Crop tops are trendy. Have been for years.. even I was wearing a crop top when we met. You didn’t have such a problem with them then.” I smirked at him as he moved closer to me, putting both hands on my waist.

“Well, that’s different. I just don’t want my baby gir-”

“See. That’s the problem. She’s not a "baby girl” anymore and that’s the real problem.“ I told him. He still had that sad puppy dog look in his eyes. I hate that look. It always made me want to stop whatever I was doing and cuddle him to death. He sighed before laying his head on my shoulder.

"I just don’t like that she’s growing up. She’ll always be my baby girl.” he said. I ran my fingers through the short hair on the back of his head as we stood there.

“Then what am I?” I asked him.

“You’re my baby. Always.” he kissed the side of my neck and I smiled. He always knew what to say in any situation.

“Then c'mon. Help your baby make dinner then we can look at y/d/n’s baby pictures and cry about how old we are.”

“When wine be involved?” he asked after lifting his head up to look at me. I laughed and gave him a kiss.

“Of course. Now come on.” We spent the night as promised, cooking, drinking wine and looking at old pictures of our baby girl. We cried, even though Justin will swear until his funeral that he wasn’t. We reminisced on the day we met and our early dates all the way up to our wedding day. It lasted way beyond dinner and y/d/n coming on, making it an all night thing. We fell asleep on the couch, laughing and smiling about the past and how things had changed. It was one of my favorite nights we’ve ever spent together. And it would’ve never even happened if it wasn’t for a stupid crop top.