mood ring

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never ask a mood ring panda for their favorite color… at least if you want a straight answer! HAH AH! (GET IT???? rainbow *coughs* = gay i mean you totally got it)

The first comic short that did super well lmao. Posting all the comics on this page since I want to have an archive linked on my profile to all #smthnstupid content! 

How to Feel more Feminine (for closeted Trans Girls)

· Part your hair
· Paint your nails with a clear coat of nail polish
· wear “Manly” Jewelery like a shark tooth necklace or a cross necklace (if you’re Religious) or a dog tag, or a mood ring
· wear panties under your Boxers or pants
· wear a cupless sports bra under your shirt
· wear slightly tinted chapstick
· wear eyeshadow that is a shade close to your skin tone
· paint your toenails & keep them hidden from unsupportive people under your socks

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you are my bruise, don’t you know that?

Don’t imagine the elves of Mirkwood watching their king change after their queen’s death.

Don’t imagine Thranduil going mad with grief and loss and putting on a stone façade so nothing will be able to hurt him as much as this did.

Don’t imagine him chugging wine down to erase all the good she gave him.

Don’t imagine him drowning in alcohol to erase the memory of her.

Don’t imagine him working himself half to death every day to distract himself from coming back to an eternally half empty bed.

Don’t imagine young Legolas, still grieving over his mother, having to put his feelings aside and care for his father, emotionally unavailable and delusional, because he’s the only thing close to family that he has left.

Don’t imagine Thranduil quietly asking young Legolas to sleep in his room to fill the other side of the bed because he can’t stand subconsciously waiting for his wife to fill it.

Don’t imagine him panicking because the smell of her is fading off of her pillowcase and clothes; and no matter what he does, he can’t make or preserve the same smell and feeling that she left behind.

Don’t imagine him sobbing into her pillow, cursing himself for not being able to be the safety blanket he promised her he’d be and not being able to keep the one good thing in his life alive.

Don’t imagine him in a drunken stupor, stumbling around his room and crying out for his wife to “please come back” because he just can’t take it anymore.

Don’t imagine Legolas standing outside of his father’s bedroom and hearing his father’s cry out elvish words of immeasurable agony and thinking that this is what love really is.

Don’t imagine him and all the times he’s come dangerously close to fading because he got too sober to bear the weight of life on his shoulders.

Don’t imagine Thranduil not being able to tell his son that he loves him because he’s too scared of being attached to someone that might break him all over again.

Don’t imagine Legolas bottling every one of his emotions up for the next hundreds of years because he can’t afford to feel when trying to heal his father.

Don’t imagine Legolas knowing that, despite everything he might say, that deep down, his father loves his little leaf more than he can say.