Trying hard to write a webcomic

I came to the part in the beginning with the sorting hat.

Does this mean he has legs of his own? If so then…

Oh no

I don’t think its fate thats making Rose tense

He puts himself on her head…

Transguys that have flat chests but can’t pass due to dainty, childlike features

Transguys that are flat but have wide hips/ and or hourglass figure

Transguys with round faces but slender bodies

Transguys with higher pitched voices but masculine bodies

Transguys that struggle with passing due to sense of fashion

Transguys that like traditionally more “feminine” fashion like lolita or decora

Transguys that wear makeup

Transguys that have “feminine” interests

Transguys that have “feminine” mannerisms

I never thought I’d make a post like this, but here I am.

My friend Kelly is 16 and has 2 years to live. 

Kelly is an inspiring, artistic, clever and beautiful girl.

She has been diagnosed with Desmoplastic small round cell tumor (DSRCT) in October 2015. It’s a rare, aggressive cancer that usually begins in the abdomen. It’s so rare that only 20 adolescents in USA are diagnosed with it a year.

Our friend Kelly has been through 9 rounds of chemotherapy but the tumors are close to her liver. The operation is not possible in UK.

THERE IS HOPE.

There is hope in  The University College Hospital @ London, The MSK @ New York and possibly Christies @ Manchester.

The surgery in USA is not covered by insurance and so we have to found it. We need you to help.  We need £1million for this to happen. We have 80 days.  We need help.

http://www.dover-express.co.uk/dover-parents-bid-raise-1million-save-life/story-29356324-detail/story.html

American soldiers teasing children with water in Iraq.

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Since finally being freed from the Docks a year ago, readjusting to life on the outside has not been easy for Kaleo. Fortunately, Kaleo is not alone, and he leans on his best friend Kai to help him make the adjustments just a little easier. 

Cover by @chill-chinchilla

The rustling of clothes could be heard coming from the closet as Kaleo watched dirt-crusted hiking boots move across the floor. He lifted his hands to his temples, gently massaging the aching area above his brows with each of his index fingers.

For nearly ten minutes now, he’d been lying in the same upside-down position with his head hanging over the edge of the bed. It definitely wasn’t helping, but then neither were the sounds of traffic piling up on the busy road just a block away, nor were the rays of the afternoon sun shining in through the window. They rendered him completely unwilling to move, even though deep down he knew he couldn’t stay there forever.

“Headache?” came a voice from the closet, dragging a pained groan from Kaleo’s lips. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” it continued, now accompanied by a light laugh and the sound of heavy footsteps. Seconds later, his tall, tanned best friend emerged from the closet, dressed in the standard green polo and khaki pants uniform that all employees at the Saskia City Zoo were required to wear.

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