Hey! I'm Lanoya, or Naanda, or whatever you want to call me.I am a practicing pagan, and my path has wound it's way through Greek, Norse, Celtic, Egyptian, and Chickasaw gods and beliefs.
I'm also a furry! My personal fursona is BonBon, a pink bunny bat, and I also fursuit as another of my characters, Fen MacMahon, a bear wolf.
I'm pansexual and bigender, but I generally present female, so I'm chill with female pronouns.
This is what we need reported more in the media-positive stories
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This dude was happily taking pictures of girls legs, feet and whatever else he pleased without their consent. So I snapped my own pic and said “enjoy the internet motherfucker’. He laughed at me. Plz share. #publicshame #newYork #subway
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project graduation was actually really fun and i spent my time with my wonderful friends.
I also won 27 bucks and some pink earphones~~~
He is my partner “Sonar”.
He is a half of a grizzly and a polar bear.
Commission by ”Atelier AMANOJYAKU”
WAIT IS THIS GRIZZLY FROM SHIRAKUMA CAFE??? Omfg this is the BEST.
ladies. be careful when u wear spaghetti straps. it might distract the boys. they’ll start thinking of spaghetti. they will get hungry. they will stop at nothing to get their spaghetti.
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fucknofiretruck said, in response to the photos of the delicious-looking s’mores: Never had them, what am I missing. ?
Darling, you’ve never had s’mores?! You’ve never experienced the gooey pleasure of a toasted marshmallow (crisp burnt caramel on the outside, sticky melted fluff on the inside), stacked on a melting piece of chocolate, and layered between two graham crackers? I will admit, part of my fondness for s’mores is because to make them properly, you need to toast the marshmallow, which involves fire. (In the Great Marshmallow Toasting Debate, I obviously side with the set the marshmallow on fire faction. Flaming balls of sugar on a stick! What’s not to love?)
I think s’mores are one of those weird traditional American childhood desserts. The RealHusband (who is from the UK) is baffled by my fondness of them. He is also a little wary of any food product that involves me playing with flaming balls of sugar on a stick, because apparently I get really excited about playing with fire. To which I give my standard disclaimer: I have never accidentally set anyone or anything on fire, I am perfectly trustworthy.
Tag your porn, this description of s’mores making is too graphic and exciting.
Also if you don’t light your marshmallows on fire you’re a caveman.
It’s a brûlée bonbon with a fine caramelized exterior. Paired with a creamy cacao confection and protected by a honey sweet wafer, it is a truly decadent treat.
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