#irkentales

“I dunno, sounds like a pretty bad guy thing to say.”

She’s only half joking - she’s taken in enough pre-teen superhero-supernatural-teen movie movies to know that people needing to have a preference for their morality aren’t usually ‘good’. but she’s too fascinated by his everything to mind.

Dib or Zib. You pick

meme & accepting

chosen muse: zib. 

              Gaz figured being away from her from so long, or whatever version of herself had once existed alongside him, must have caused him to forget that she could beat him to within an inch of his life if she felt like it. Or it was the arrogant Zim in him talking. To her, his criticisms were not only stupid, but hypocritical. It nearly mimicked their father’s parroting to Dib - that he was wasting his talents and skills on the insanity of aliens rather than science. She assumed that’s what Dib must have gotten it from their father - not just his looks, but his irritating criticisms of anything that didn’t fit his worldview. Gaz was lucky that she didn’t get that from him, or so she thought. The small, purple-haired child growled slightly, grinding her teeth and clenching her fists as to show what she was about to say was something she certainly meant, and he definitely should be afraid of her.