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Happy Leland Melvin Day!!!

Happy Leland Melvin Day!

Happy Leland Melvin Day!

Happy Leland Melvin Day!!!

Happy Leland Melvin DAY!

Happy Leland Melvin Day!!!

i think there’s actually nothing better than being randomly told “I love you” after doing something characteristically stupid. Like what do you mean I’m a lovable person and I just did something silly and you thought “of course you would do that. I love you.”. No better feeling

I think about this drawing every single time I'm doing something badly. Whatever I am doing, at least I'm not destroying things.

If you spot one of these little armored locals while you’re out hiking, ranching, or just wandering around Texas—consider it a lucky sighting. The Texas horned lizard, or as most of us grew up calling it, the horny toad, is more than just a cool throwback to childhood memories. It’s a protected species and a symbol of wild Texas heritage.

Here’s the deal: it’s illegal to pick up, touch, or keep a Texas horned lizard. No exceptions. These creatures are completely harmless and incredibly important to our ecosystem. They’ve been disappearing over the years due to habitat loss, red imported fire ants, and humans just not leaving them alone.

We’re not saying don’t admire it—go ahead, take a picture, tell your kids about how you used to see them everywhere. Just don’t touch it, don’t pick it up, and definitely don’t try to take it home. That’s not just a bad idea—it’s against the law.

If you love Texas, respect its wild roots. Teach the next generation to observe, not interfere. These little guys belong in the dirt, not in your hands.

It’s harmless. Leave it alone.

And if you see someone messing with one, speak up. We’ve got to look out for the creatures that can’t speak for themselves.

Feel free to share this post and the poster—let’s spread the word and give the horned lizard a fighting chance.

You can survive almost anything through the right combination of:

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People have written a lot of touchy-feely pieces on this subject but I thought I’d get right to the heart of the matter

[The artist, putting a simple cake next to a much fancier one: “Aw man, that guy’s cake is way better than mine.” The Audience, gleefully holding up a knife and fork “HOLY SHIT! TWO CAKES!”]

additions from the og artist (credit)

“Holy shit two cakes,” I mutter to myself as I do fucking anything these days, this post was a godsend

some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

* body language masterlist

* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said

* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

* some more body language help

(hope this helps some ppl)

Alpine Ibexes climb nearly 90 degree angles to lick salt deposits of of mountainsides. They crave that mineral.

Why is this back on my dash in 2018

Thank god this is back on my dash in 2018

This post is funnier with timestamps :3

BILL WATTERSON - “A Cartoonist’s Advice”

I get so pissed whenever a terf accuses me of "escaping" womanhood, because I *love* womanhood, I just don't love it for *me*

If I had such an antagonistic relationship with femininity, I would not be as happy as I am today.

If I fucking hated womanhood so much, I wouldn't find women among those who inspire me, much less among my circle of friends.

If I hated womanhood so much to "escape" it, I'd seek to punish it, yet transgender self-determination and bodily autonomy lift all boats to resist this patriarchal hellhole we currently find ourselves in.

word. I still sing in an explicitly feminist treble chorus (which I sang in before transition) even though I am a literal baritone, and a great deal of that is *because* I love women and womanhood and femininity and I want to uplift women's (literal) voices. i may be a trans man singing with a bunch of (mostly) cis (mostly) women, but where we will always overlap is bodily autonomy and the need for self-determination and we will always support each other in that

One of the things I used to do when I lived on the East Coast and went to this one small convention was run Gender Experimentation & Affirmation Hour. All the femmes and former femmes would turn up with makeup and nail polish and all kinds of stuff and we'd sit there for about 3 hours, helping out anybody who wanted our help, and sometimes just leaving someone alone so they could pick up six bottles of nail polish and look at them for a while before setting them down and walking out, because today isn't the right day for them to do that. We had cis guys trying on makeup as well as trans women getting advice or putting on their first full beat.

And that little silly thing that I did for three hours once or twice a year brought me so much joy. It felt so good to use these skills that I picked up while I was cosplaying as a woman to make someone else feel good.

And no, makeup isn't gender, but it can be a fun way to affirm gender. I love seeing people loving being a woman. I didn't, but I'm glad they do.

Or to put it more concisely: I grew up eating pork. I am now Jewish. I no longer eat pork as a result. Does this mean I hate people who eat pork or hating that i once ate pork? No! It just means I don't eat it anymore because I no longer want to for reasons which are my own.

I can't tell you how much I love this and would have loved participating in it. I loved some parts of masculinity but after transitioning, I love them even more. A while ago, I was talking to a lovely person about the craft that goes into making button down shirts. What cool details get added, how great the shirt they made themselves was, what I used to love about fancy shirts when I still wore them.

A week later, at a clothes swap for Trans Day of Visibility, I was able to give them a few of my favourite pre-transition shirts. It was so special to see how good they looked on them. Back then, the clothes were a last futile attempt to squeeze some joy from the options I had. It didn't really work. To give them a future, to see someone else get joy from clothes that were complicated for me, healed something for me. We can do so much for each other as trans people.

I have to hand it to Donald Trump, I didn’t think the sequel to the 1932 Great Emu War would be a trade war against the penguin nation but he truly continues to be an innovator in the stupidity industry