hi i’m nia this is my blog! you’re here!
i am 21, transfem, plural, and a bimbo. my interests are fucking everything. ΘΔ woof!
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🔞 do not step into this blog if you’re not 18+.
i support weird fetishes and attractions, but not content/blogs for those attracted to kids or animals. sorry, give us space.
baeddels/radfems, i do not care! get the hell away from me! this includes people that post weirdly hateful rhetoric about TME people.
if you put pointless queer infighting in front of my face, i will put you in our blocklist and move on.

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everyone go to starbucks and ask for the cun drink the look on their faces will be priceless XD !!
love that he keeps doing this. genuinely my favorite fucking bit
he has had like ten “final movies” and everytime i get sad about it. and then he makes another one. fucking love this guy
Walkable cities
Sittable cities
Sleepable cities
Cuddlable cities
Fuckable cities
Breedable cities
No one wants to work anymore. All kids these days want is to physically transform into animals. Bones cracking, breaking, splintering apart, stitching together into exhilaratingly new shapes. Hair, all kinds hair, various fluids and oils and whatnot. Ragged-lip maws dripping with alien teeth, crowning in teething agony like the birth of an infant god. Gore-streaked visages howling in pagan delight by the pale light of the moon, etc. No work ethic. He who makes a beast of himself takes away the pain of clocking in tomorrow
Every once in a while I remember Donald duck helped discover/predict methylene
Yeah no I do mean the writers the writers of Donald duck predicted methylene before it was discovered like two decades later
Luigi Bracket: Tony Rosato vs John Leguizamo (FINAL ROUND)
Tony Rosato (The Adventures of Super Mario Bros. 3 and the Super Mario World animated series)
“Well, like they say in Brooklyn, early to bed, early to catch the worm! Or, is it the bagel?”
John Leguizamo (the 1993 movie)
“I got a feeling we ain’t in Brooklyn no more.”