#warning: agressive word salad

[darklilythe-dark]

LONG rant about ETF’s handle of Dib and his dad’s relationship

Soooooo, am I one of the few people that despite enjoying the development in ETF between these two at first, it later felt like it was a bit forced??? someone brought this up at some point in a livestream talking about opinions, and I kind of agree. He thought he was in a dream the entire time, what if he never really meant it? The more times I watch the movie or listen to opinions that criticize the movie’s faults, the more I realized how heartless that statement he said might actually be.... like THINK ABOUT IT!

It’s awful to think that he either said what he said because he loved his son and really cared but didn’t know how to express it so he thinks his dreams are the safest place to let out his true feelings (which is sweet but sad) ..... or he only said it because the plot required it and he never actually meant it because it he thought it was a dream and he just wanted to say it to make his “imaginary son” feel better despite NEVER showing us that he feels that way in the comics and show. (which is messed up and even more sad)

And SO WHAT if Dib got recognition from his dad for a bit, that he was acknowledged for a moment, that his dad was proud of him and “had his back” during the movie? Throughout most of it; he was gone and when he was on screen, he just continues to deny what his son has been proving to him for years even after all the crap that happened in the movie. I know that his close-minded attitude has always been a core trait about him, and the show loves to frustrate the hell out of Dib with it........................... (Warning: I get really agressive at this part, but I go into detail about how toxic they’re relationship actually is and why for the longest time iz fanfics have Dib move out early or run away)

BUT HOW DO YOU IGNORE SOMETHING FOR SO LONG, CONTINUE TO BELITTLE YOUR SON’S INTEREST AND NOT ONLY DO A CHICKEN LITTLE AND SIDE WITH EVERYONE ELSE BECAUSE “SCIENCE!” AND MAKE YOUR SON FEEL EVEN MORE ISOLATED FROM EVERYONE THAN HE ALREADY IS TO THE POINT OF IT HURTING HIM EMOTIONALLY AND PSYCHOLOGICALLY! YOU’VE DISOWNED YOUR SON ON SEVERAL OCCASIONS, EXPERIMENTED ON YOUR CHILDREN FOR SCIENCE, FORGOTTEN ABOUT HIM, MERCILESSLY RIDICULE HIM, SEND HIM TO A MENTAL HOSPITAL DESPITE ALL THE PROOF HE HAS BEEN SHOWING, “It’S a GoOd FaKe SpAcE sHiP” HOW CAN YOU PROVE IT’S FAKE, BY LOOKING AT IT!? YOU’VE NEVER EVEN BEEN TO OUTER SPACE SEEN WHAT’S BEYOND IT IF YOU’RE SO SMART AND YOU KNOW EVERYTHING WHY DON’T YOU BUILD YOUR OWN SPACE SHIP while awake of course AND FLY IT STRAIGHT INTO THAT FLORPUS YOU AND YOUR SON JUST SAVED MILLIONS OF OTHER PEOPLE FROM DYING INSIDE OF and maybe while your heading in there, TRY LOOKING FOR SOME OTHER PLANETS AND SIGNS OF ALIEN LIFE! ALIENS ARE THE MOST REASONABLE AND REALIST MYSTERY OUT THERE! IF THERE IS ONE PLANET CAPABLE OF LIFE LIKE OURS IS THEN THERE MUST BE MORE OF THEM A SCHMILLION LIGHTYEARS AWAY IN THE UNEXPLORED AND ENDLESS REACHES OF SPACE SOMEWHERE!!!! YOU CAN’T SAY THERE ISN’T A POSSIBILITY! YOUR PROUD OF HIM!? SINCE WHEN HAVE YOU’VE EVER BEEN PROUD OF HIM! YOU WEREN’T PROUD OF HIM ALL THOSE TIMES HE DISAPPOINTED YOU, AND WHEN HE DECIDES TO SPEND THE REST OF HIS LIFE FOLLOWING HIS DREAM ARE YOU GOING TO STOP BEING PROUD!?!?!?!?!?!? 

Sighhhh I know all that is dumb and I like Prof. Membrane despite all that stuff I said, but overall I just think... That scene was fine, but if done with more evidence that Membrane actually meant what he said when he told Dib, “I’ve always been proud” then it would have been an even better scene.

#long rant #warning: agressive word salad #word attack! #I'm sorry dib #but #I WANT TO BEAT YOUR DAD OVER HIS SKULL WITH MY WORD BOMBS! #iz: etf #dib #dib membrane #proffesor membrane #invader zim #the pic is from a song by iosys #secret god matara #that song is a big mood #not for the same reasons here but still

[thefactsofthematter]

newsiestober - “family”

so. i may or may not be a couple days late on this, but the @newsiestober prompt for the 11th was “family” AND it’s thanksgiving weekend here in canada, so you know what i had to do...

i present: a thanksgiving spectacular, set in the cake fic verse, some time after javid’s wedding. you’re welcome. 1.1k words, no warnings!

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Jack had mentioned it in passing one day, about two weeks ago.

He'd just casually thought to mention that— oh yeah, he told Medda they'd host Thanksgiving this year, since they just moved into a bigger place, so they've finally got space to entertain.

Davey had been incredibly overwhelmed at the idea of hosting all their family and friends-who-are-like-family, considering that neither he nor Jack has any clue how to cook a Thanksgiving dinner, but Jack Kelly has the kind of sheer confidence that will rub off on anyone, so he'd taken it in stride and simply decided to teach himself how to cook.

Now, two weeks later, the Thanksgiving-cooking-spectacular is in full swing.

Spot and Race are here to help— a godsend because, surprisingly enough, Race has a fair bit of culinary talent, probably something to do with growing up in a big Italian family. He's currently covering the uncooked turkey in a seasoned butter, rubbing it in a borderline obscene way that has Jack nearly pissing himself laughing.

Spot and Davey have been tasked with sitting in the dining room and peeling potatoes, to be cooked and mashed later, which is a task that they can certainly manage. Jack is tearing up bread for stuffing, and everything seems to be rolling along in an orderly fashion.

Crutchie will be bringing pies later, Sarah and Kath should be here eventually with a homemade cranberry sauce, and Medda will be bringing along her signature sweet potato casserole. It kind of seems like the whole meal might come together without a hitch.

"Race, I swear to god," groans Spot, staring into the kitchen at his husband, who now has an entire fist in the turkey for absolutely no reason. "Just put the bird in the oven or it won't be cooked in time. What are you doing?"

Race simply shrugs, looking very much like that meme of the cat with the knife— you know the one.

"We're having a good time," he replies, entirely nonchalantly. "You wouldn't understand."

Spot drops his head on the table and sighs heavily.

"Jesus, it's like having a child..." He sits back up and points a scolding finger at Race. "This turkey gave up its life so we could have a nice meal, and now you're violating it. Just put it in the oven."

Race rolls his eyes, but does as he's told, and Jack crosses the kitchen to help him load the huge roasting pan into the oven without dropping it.

The day continues on in a similar fashion— with Race directing everyone in how to makes the dishes, and then going off the fucking walls with chaotic energy as they work, doing everything form very dangerous pirouettes in the kitchen, to trying to juggle knives. He only begins to calm down when Medda arrives in the mid-afternoon, because although she knows just how crazy he can be, he still hates to embarrass himself in front of his mother-in-law.

Everyone starts to arrive shortly after Medda, and soon the apartment is abuzz with chatter and laughter. They're getting an early snow this year, just enough to look pretty out the window and start setting the scene for the holiday season, and then melt as soon as it hits the ground.

Esther is hovering around the kitchen, not used to leaving the cooking up to other people, but Sarah, Kath and Medda are trying to lure her away with a bottle of wine. Les is entertaining Smalls, showing her how to play some game on his phone, Mayer is dozing off on the couch, and Spot and Jack are now fully immersed in watching football.

This leaves Race, Crutchie and Davey to put the finishing touches on dinner— carving the turkey, stirring gravy, and tossing salads. Davey has, of course, been tasked with the easiest job of simply standing at the stove, drifting a spatula around a pot of gravy, while Race gets far too enthusiastic with a carving knife and Crutchie whips up a huge Caesar salad.

"Dinner in ten minutes!" yells Race, finally setting down the carving knife and letting Davey's anxiety levels sink back down. "If you don't wash your hands, you're not invited!"

Before he can even finish his sentence, Smalls has sprinted from the couch to take a seat at the table, which makes Race step out of the kitchen to shoot her an incredulous look.

“Don’t get your germs all over my meal,” he scolds, rather melodramatically, which makes her giggle. “There’s no way you washed your hands that fast.”

“I don’t have germs,” she whines, still laughing. “You’re the one who kisses my brother, so I think that means you have germs.”

In a mock rage, Race storms into the dining room and lifts Smalls out of her chair, dragging her back to the kitchen and holding her over the sink. She’s screaming with laughter as Crutchie turns on the tap and pulls her hands under.

“Disrespected by a ten year-old who won’t even wash her hands…” grumbles Race, who finally breaks his angry front and bursts into laughter as he starts to tickle her. “I can’t believe it! I really can’t!”

“You guys are gonna break something,” giggles Davey, corralling the two maniacs out of the kitchen as he starts to take food to the table. “Just go sit down, you goofs.”

Slowly, the whole family starts to filter into the dining room and sit down at the table, as Jack arrives to the kitchen to help Davey carry out food.

Once he’s sure they’re out of view of any too-curious eyes, Davey grabs Jack by the waist and presses him up to the counter.

“I’m thankful for you,” he whispers, before pressing a quick kiss to his husband’s lips. “You, and this whole crazy family we’ve got here. I’ve never been happier.”

Jack laughs and blushes a little as he leans up to kiss Davey back, but they’re interrupted by a squeal from the doorway.

“Ew!” screeches Kath, a glass of red wine in hand and huge, goofy smile on her face. “They’re kissing in here!”

Davey can feel his cheeks flush as the whole family bursts into laughter and Jack groans, subtly shooting Kath a middle finger.

“Everyone just start eating!” Jack yells, making everyone laugh a little harder. He kisses the corner of Davey’s mouth with a laugh. “We should probably get in there, shouldn’t we?”

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