so random story time y’all
so one of my first most prominent memories is walking behind my mom in the grocery store with my eyes closed and tbh I had to have been like five or something, and I just remember clearly walking through the store with my chin pointing at the ceiling and acting like i owned the place
and for some reason I thought my hair was black
I don’t know why I was so concerned about my hair being black, like I guess it just look SO REGAL to me, so I just decided that my hair was black and that I looked like Betty Boop end of discussion
and I just vividly remember walking into the house with the groceries and going to look in the mirror to see if my willpower had changed my hair color yet and I can’t tell you guys how fucking pissed I was when I saw that my hair was blonde like what the fuck. WhAT HTE FUCK. THIS IS THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF WHAT I WANTED. WHY IS MY HAIR NOT AS DARK AS THE NIGHT SKY AND MY FUTURE SELF’S SOUL. THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE
and that is why to this day I hate Betty Boop because of her stupid black hair
and suddenly from the ashes of the old world rises a familiar face. weird al has returned.
if i ever misgender you or use slang (bro, man, gurl, dude) that makes you feel even slightly uncomfortable please tell me because your gender identity and comfort is more important than any word i may use to refer to you
1 minute of silence for everyone that can’t attend San Diego Comic Con 2013.
another minute of silence for everyone that can’t attend San Diego Comic Con 2014
Neurotypicals: “You can’t do that, you could make someone uncomfortable!”
Neurotypicals: “You have to step outside your comfort zone!”
I do this several times a day
*is a wreck*
*gives ppl lifestyle advice*
its like in the great stories, mr frodo, the ones on ao3