copperbadge
Something I like about Tumblr is that the science tumblrites are fucking to-the-wall feral and the writers are strange kitchen witches but the computer enthusiasts are polite helpful anarchists and the artists are mostly sensible people who teach you to do hand stretches and enjoy a short walk. It's like I'm in a best timeline AU where someone took my high school and inverted it.
This is how things should be. A gremlin biologist teaching a fantasy novelist about the Ancient Terrifying Cornfields while a graphic designer uses a friend's homebrewed tablet to draw a nice picture of a nearby horse.
BTW for the outliers who reply to this with edgelord hot takes like “everyone on this site is an asshole” and “stop trying to make it nice here” and similar sentiments, I’d like to remind you that you choose exactly who goes on your dash and what you do and don’t see because of it. I’d also like to suggest that if this is a pit of negativity for you it’s because you dug that pit yourself.
Into every life a little assholery must fall, and I get that anon hate and bigotry and nasty reblogs are still a thing here. But if a post like this makes you so angry you have to take time out of your day to shit on it, maybe you should take a long hard look at the people you’ve surrounded yourself with, and then one in the mirror, and maybe prune your dash so that it grows fruit instead of thorns.
(Nearby horses are much more fond of eating fruit.)
(So are feral scientists.)
Reblogging this by request of an ask -- I'm traveling today and it was easier to reblog than to respond to the ask. It's extremely wild out in brickspace today so it felt appropriate in any case. Hope your dash is fruitful, Anon!
zingring
I'd like to sign up to be a helpful feral kitchen witch.
