Dang even Aquaman got game better than me.
My dad credits this as his favorite photo of me.
When I was younger, I was very socially anxious. I hated crowds, hated attention, hated being up on stage. In preschool there was this little Halloween show that we put on, and man, I did not want to do that shit, let me tell you. All those parents watching me sing some stupid song? Nah, that ain’t me.
But I was forced to, and I was pissed about it. My dad was in the audience, taking pictures and enjoying the show. In that moment, I swear, my tiny four year old was pure rage and resentment. I felt the word “fuck” years before I knew what it was.
My dad pointed the camera at me, and I turned, and I looked. I gave him the look that summed up all the anger, all the absolute fury that was brewing inside me. He says that he had never before seen such a perfect depiction of total and complete hatred. In his four year old son.
To this day whenever I get pissed, he calls me “Buzz Lightyear”.
Spin off horror series called “The Buzz Lightyear Murders” where every Halloween you kill anyone making their kid dress up as Buzz Lightyear.
"Buzz Lightyear to the rescue" is your battle cry.
Check out his name.
Just wail till he becomes a captain.
This is one of the most hopeful posts I’ve come across. To me, it says: there is always room for growth, and there are only boundaries if you create them.
But what was his final form tho?
Girl, you’re thicker than a bowl of oatmeal.
HIS RESPONSEstop. omg.
He was like ..”aaaaand trademark”
yooooo my chest hurt so bad from laughin
What a recovery. Bravo.