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i want to become FROGGE

When I was five, and romance didn’t exist, I was a boy, and I was friends with a girl, and it didn’t matter, because why would it? We did everything together a normal couple of friends would do together, until we grew a little more and went on to different schools and didn’t see each other anymore.

So then I was eight. I was still a boy, and I was friends with a different girl now. She was confident and clever and bold, and we played games together during the lunch hour and went to each others houses after school.

“You fancy her,” the other children would say. I’d frown, say of course I didn’t, and why would I? We were friends, and that’s all. So we ignored the comments and carried on as we were, until her mother wouldn’t let me go to her birthday parties, because I’d be the only boy, and that would be “inappropriate”.

We didn’t stay in touch after school. I cried, when she didn’t respond to my letters - because I didn’t understand. Years of friendship: did it mean nothing to her? And then I’d remember her mother, and I’d realise what the problem was. I was a boy, and she was a girl. That was all there was to it.

So then I was twelve, I was friends with boys because I was a boy, and I only wanted someone to spend time with at lunch. But according to them, every girl I spoke to was a friend-with-benefits, and eventually I drifted away from them because I wasn’t interested in talking about sports and sex and risk-taking like they seemed to be. Instead, I talked to girls.

So then I was fifteen, and my friendship group was entirely female. I got called gay, a lad, a player, and all sorts of other things by almost everyone: boys and girls alike - but I ignored them. I liked being friends with girls, so what was the problem? Live and let live, I thought.

So one day I invited a friend over to the fair in town with me, and she came, and we enjoyed the day together without any hassle at all. Going back to school, however, changed that.

“Did you hear they fucked behind the public toilets,” people were saying. “They went on a date together.”

I said that wasn’t true - I didn’t have feelings for her that way.

“But you obviously fancy her,” they replied.

“No,” I told them, truthfully. “I don’t.”

Shortly afterwards, the girls I was friends with all organised a party, which I wasn’t invited to.

“It’s a sleepover,” they said. “Girl stuff.”

“Oh,” I said. “Okay. Girl stuff.”

They used that expression a lot over the next few years. Trips to the cinema - going out together… And eventually I realised that I was an outsider. They didn’t tell me things anymore. I wasn’t let in on their secrets, and if I ever asked, I’d be told I wouldn’t understand - and it was inappropriate I should ask.

So I stopped asking, and my friends drifted further and further away. I never understood why I was an outsider, until I saw a picture of them at the prom I didn’t bother going to, because I knew I would have no one to go with. There were my friends in the pretty dresses I’d helped them choose, with a guy in the centre of the picture, in a smart suit and slicked back hair. That would have been me, if I’d gone. And it always will be.

And then I realised why I could never be as close with them as they are with each other. I’m a guy. And they are girls. It’s as simple as that. Guys never understood me being friends with girls, but that was fine, because the girls were okay with it. But on the day the girls stopped seeing me as just a person they could be friends with, everything changed.

And so here I am. I’m eighteen. I am not gay, actually: nor am I romantically interested in any of my friends. What I do know is, that we’re about to go on a group holiday together, and I’ve been told not to even come into the corridor outside their room whilst they’re getting changed, in case the door swings open and I “see something I shouldn’t” - as if I’d actually care, or be the kind of guy who watched for that sort of thing. And I’ve realised it doesn’t matter how nice I am, no girl is ever going to see me as an equal. I will always be a guy, to them. And they will always be a girl.

And guys and girls can never be “just friends”, right? There always has to be something more. Whether I want it or not, there always has to be that potential.

“Going on holiday with three ladies are you?” the ticket seller asked me. “Fair enough…”

And I said nothing, because I was sick of saying “not in that way”. I was tired of telling people that I wasn’t interested in the girls I was friends with. I was bored of trying to be seen as just a friend in their eyes, too. And if even they couldn’t see me as an equal, how could anyone else ever believe me, when I told them boys and girls could just be friends?

So don’t tell them my gender doesn’t isolate me. Because it does. And don’t complain to me about being in the friend zone. Because I’ve been fighting to get there all my life.

screenshot to see ur nickname!

The man must be trying to make meme templates at this point.

The Outbursts of Everett True was a comic strip that ran in papers from 1905 to 1927, wherein the aforementioned Everett True regularly beat the everliving shit out of rude people as a warning to anyone else who might consider being rude. Men have not only been taking up too much room on public transport for about as long as public transport has existed, but the people around them have been irritated about it for at least a hundred years. The next time someone tries to claim that manspreading is a false phenomenon, please direct them to this strip so that Everett True can correct their misconceptions with an umbrella upside the head.

I got 1 task done today. I emptied the big trash can in my bedroom. That's one less fork to deal with.

I have severe executive dysfunction. I've been dealing with it by having myself do one small task a day. So far it's helped a lot. By doing it this way my brain doesn't freak out trying to tackle everything at once.

I got my inspiration for it from this Donald Duck comic:

i found the site where those beanie baby gifs came from and i’m crying

look at them go

*deep breath*

Y'all please help me.

I have an amazing friend @dramatic-mami3042 who's going through a tough time. Each reblog this text post gets will get pushed back another day.

Please

Help

Tagging:

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zim

base from 🤢 (sick) eyes from 👽 (alien) mouth from 🥴 (woozy) https://t.co/SuJ2b1Gu77

From Twitter

So this is the most productive thing I've done in 5 months. :')

Just wanted to post this because I'm some-what proud of it.

Forgive me.

i haven't seen the Sonic movie yet, im scared

I would never in a million years have thought that the word “breast-fed” would be uttered in the sonic movie.

Yet here we are.

something I accidentally discovered today! (I’d imagine a lot of color theory stuff was involved with computer fonts that makes them readable and not all pixelated)

You can only reblog this today.

Is gir canonically a homophobe

Hello! 👋

At InvaderCON 2020, we’re open to most headcanons and always encourage Zim fans everywhere to be creative! 😉

I have an art idea and it is NOT okay.

I'll probably draw it.

Prepare yourself.

I made this at 1am and it's fucking lovely and I refuse to be told other wise.

I feel obligated to post this

I rarely have a visceral reaction to a TikTok but this one... this one got me

did this in two days because I was procrastinating

😡 DoNt tAg aS zAdR 😡

Inspired by this post.

↖️ this blog is pro-ship and anti-harassment!

↖️ this blog respects all ships, even the ones that make them uncomfortable or they don’t like!

↖️ this blog doesn’t support harassment campaigns or callout culture!

↖️ this blog has notps, but won’t harass those shippers!

↖️ this blog is anti suicide baiting, even as a joke!

↖️ this blog knows how to use a blacklist and is willing to teach others as well!

↖️ this blog respects words from other cultures and doesn’t try to redefine them!

↖️ this blog learns the history of fandom and censorship!

↖️ this blog just wants you to be a decent person and to hold real people above fictional characters!

Shit

reblog by only using one word to describe what country/state you’re from

cheese

I'm working on an Invader Zim shitpozt and you can't stop me

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So we got Richard Horvitz to say something.

Very fun at the Ohayocon Invader Zim panel.

I’m eating this Russian chocolate and it made a rattling noise when I shook it and there’s a horse magnet inside???