Forgive me for destroying your sanity, but you really need to choose one gendeer, Deerpool. It fucks up everyone else's perception of you. Either be Cis, Trans, or Agender, please
Deerpool: Well you know what, you baguette? I don’t care… Really! I don’t! *starts tearing up* it’s not up to you to decide who I am… That’s my job. *gets in Anon’s face* and you know what I’m gonna do to you…?
Oh you know, /don’t/ you? I’m gonna make you regret that–
By teaching you all about our wonderful queer friends and how they make your existence more worth while! Sparkles!
((But really, you bitch. I better not get any more of this. If I do I will personally hunt you down with my army at my back and I will personally rip your entrails out through the smallest of orifices and will shove them down your throat in an attempt to get you to realize just how deep of a SHIT you put yourself in))
Bye bye for now!