When a Butch looks at me I simply roll over and display my soft pink underbelly so they can devour me
ostensibly fionna adams
- it/its, broadly
- tautology.systems/
non-binary plural system.
35, queer, autistic, therian.
writer of fictions. from the internet. variety of interests. knows everyone. icon by @candiedreptile.
posts signed in some fashion until we get to select from a pool of icons like the livejournal days.
system site
tautology.systems/writing site
fionnafromtheinter.net/mastodon
shrike.club/@pleonasticTautologyemail
hello@fionnafromtheinter.net
eggnog eggbug eggmug
Just think about how many times the internet could be a better place if some dickhead mod didn't say "Well TECHNICALLY he didn't do anything WRONG." like social spaces are the text of a Magic: the Gathering card.
No. Throw the guy out.
simple. easy. and yet we still deliberate
"there's no rule that says we can't ban you for any reason"
me: bless me father for i have sinned. it has been... a very long time since my last confession, and there's a lot weighing on me
priest: god's forgiveness is eternal, it cares not for time or the breadth of your transgressions as long as your contrition is genuine. confess your sins my son
me: i think the star trek enterprise theme is growing on me. after a couple seasons it-
priest: [sweating, fingernails digging grooves into chair] please don't give me a reason to go to confession myself