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Zim X Reader

Today’s the day, the day you’ve been waiting for, you’re finally going to tell that cute green boy at school how you feel about him.

Really though, he probably knows already, right? You’re always staring at him during Biology, his sculpted, green muscles glistening off the classroom lights. You don’t even notice he’s looking back at you until later. A hint of, mystery lurking in the tint of his bug eyes.

Regardless, you’re in love with Zim, and you have to tell him your true feelings. You can’t get your mind off of him, and it drives you crazy that he doesn’t know.

The bell rings, and school has finally let out. You walk out the front of the building and glare over the sea of sweaty, teenagers. You then spot 2 black antlers sticking out from the crowd.

It’s Zim.

You shimmy yourself through the large gathering, so you may catch a larger glimpse of the slender alien.

He’s leaning against a tree, looking down and fiddling with his glove-covered hands. You realize how his tight suit fits his curvaceous yet taught body so well.

You grow flustered at the thought of him without his uniform, but fastly push yourself out of that state of mind.

“No.” you think to yourself, “I can’t get distracted, this is my finale chance.”

You approach Zim, slowly but surely. Sweating at the thought of how this is going to play out.

“H-Hi Zim!” you playfully utter. Zim looks up, and his nonexistent eyebrows burrow in a confused daze.

“Hello.” Zim responds, his face still stuck with unsureness.
“Uhmm, so, I don’t know if you remember me from..your Biology class?”, “..Hm..oh yes! I do! Yknow, you’re always staring at me.” Zim says, sweat begins to poor down your cheeks at this point. It’s exactly what you thought, Zim knows, he knows that you’re a creep that thinks your his type. You’ve messed up. You’ve really messed up.

Your face shows panic, which causes Zim to grab your hand.

You’re extremely confused about this gesture, what is Zim doing? Isn’t he disgusted with you at this point?

You look up at him, his red eyes twinkling in the setting sunlight.

He whispers, because he knows you’re his at this point in time, and all your focus is being put towards him.

“It’s okay, I like to stare too.”

He gives you a quick kiss on the cheek after these words, turns away, and begins to walk home.

You’re filled with shock. Your cheeks are red hot, what has just happened?

As you walk home after a long day of feelings and emotions, you smile at the thought of Zim wanting to date you, kiss you, and hold you.

You enter your house, and throw yourself on your bed. Still in awe about the day’s events, you reach underneath your mattress.

“Heh, guess I won’t be needing you anymore.” you softly say to yourself, as you throw your $85.00 glow-in-the-dark Green Alien dildo from BadDragon into the garbage.

anonymous asked:

Who exactly is arguing that gay people have more rights just because they got art. I'm pretty sure nobody arguing that. Sorry for this, it's just I feel like I'm being accused of bad lines of thought which I don't have. I'm sure that anon on shinx-a-day was more jealous than, "OOHHHHH THEY HAVE PRIVILEGE THAT I DON'T"


It’s fine though! But… unless you were the anon, I don’t see how you feel accused of such a thing? Sorry if it seems like I’m trying to be defensive, I’m not, I honestly don’t have a very strong opinion on this message, but I just don’t get your reasoning? The anon that was sending Lux messages said, “but they get pretty art and we dont?” Which,,, sort of implies that somehow we have more than they have, especially considering what it was in response to. But that’s just my opinion on the matter! My words weren’t to outright offend anyone or something like that, it’s just how I view the situation <3


I decided to become an artist when I was about your age. I liked to draw so much, I almost hated to go to bed. And then one day, all of a sudden, I couldn’t draw anything. Everything I drew, I didn’t like. I realized that my art up to then was a copy of someone else, things I had seen somewhere. I decided I had to discover my own style. It’s still difficult. But then, the results… They seem to be a little better than before. It’s nice to be a witch, isn’t it? I like the idea - to be a witch, to be an artist, to be a baker… It’s an energy bestowed by the gods or someone, right? Though thanks to it, we do have to suffer at times.


Star Wars aesthetic: Padmé Amidala

“She was very beautiful. Kind, but…sad.”