Important information for Content Creators on Tumblr (Last Updated June 23, 2017)
okay i know ive posted alot about this just now, but now that ive got it more or less figured out I’m gonna make a better post here and include the tags relevent to my interactions in it to ensure no one else in my fandoms/communities are blindsided like i was.
I encourage you to make your own, or to just recopy this, tagging the fandoms and communities important to you!
CONTENT CREATORS: TUMBLR IS HIDING YOUR POSTS!
If you make a post with external links, your post will be hidden from searches. If you make a post and link to your redbubble, no one can search for your post. If you make art and link it to your deviantart or artstation, no one can search for you post. If you make any post and just throw on a “hey here is where you find me!” no one can search that post. If you want to recommend a fic or a youtube video, no one can search your post, if you… hell you get the idea. Tumblr has completely shut down content creators on this hellsite and its fucking infuriating.
I have just confirmed that the post type “Link” also does not show up in the tags. Thats right, there is an ENTIRE TYPE OF TUMBLR POST that cannot be searched. G-FUCKING-G TUMBLR.
EDIT: Okay! I have done more testing (and a video to go along with it) and at this point i can say that this is still very real, but that it only affects links to specific websites, presumably ones that tumblr doesn’t have added to some sort of “internal whitelist” of safe sites. I would suggest if you intend to continue tagging, to maintain a very very unique tag and use it to keep tabs on your work to ensure they are continuing to show up. In the meantime, I will do my best to keep a list here of links verified to work, and ones verified to not work. Please feel free to comment on the post or reblog if you have your own experiences!
Also there has been confirmation that this change affects posts regardless of posting date. So it’ll hide posts made before the update went into affect; expected but good to confirm!
Edit (6/1/2017): working with someone to try to determine why an image is being hidden from the tag regardless of if it has text or a link or anything. The image in question should have worked, we tried reposting, we tried changing the file name, it still didn’t show up. Finally we changed it from a .png to a .jpg and it worked! So we thought we stumbled on something but, i posted one of my images in a test tag, as a jpg, as a png and as a transparent png and all showed up. So sometimes posts arent showing up for other reasons that have yet to be discovered (just because tumblr is shit it would seem)
Edit (6/23/2017): So it looks like certain links might only show up in certain searches.
in this case the etsy link only showed up in recent, not in popular and not in text posts.
Also if you wanted to try to include a non linked post in the description such as a url with the dots obfuscated by parenthesis then you have to do both the www(.) and the (.)com, one or the other will still find your post blocked.
in short using any links whatsoever COULD be problematic, using no links at all could be, but will probably increase the chances of your post being seen.
In general Tumblr’s search is absolutely degenerating, seemingly with each passing day.
WHAT TO DO?
It shuts down posts with external links, so at first i assumed internal links would be fine. and they are. if you make a page on your tumblr blog called like /links or something you can certainly link to that. But in that way you run into an issue, tumblr mobile is a piece of shit and cant load tumblr pages, and itll just take you back to the mainblog any time you try.
The best solution ive found so far is put all your relevent links in your blog description like so:
and then in every content post, call tumblr out for being a piece of shit and direct them to the links in your blog description.
Edit: In the top right hand side of photo posts you can click on it and include a single link as “source” that should work if you have one link neccessary. though if you need more you are still SOL. Find it like so:
It will appear in dash format at the bottom left of the post:
in desktop them view where it can be found, or if it can be found, varies by theme.
CONTENT CREATOR SUPPORTERS
It is important now more than ever on this hellsite that you try to support your artist and content creators, reblog as much as possible, look to find them on websites off this piece of shit, and generally do your best to spread the word and support them, since tumblr itself is trying to silence them!
Soooo many pictures. Too many for the Twitters, so I’m dusting off the ol’ Tumblr.
In anticipation of next season’s American Gods, my girlfriend and I visited the House on the Rock. It’s a little hard to explain, but here’s the short version: an architect/engineer climbed up a rock and built Frank Lloyd Wright’s worst nightmare. It struck Neil Gaiman so deeply he included it as a critical location in American Gods, and it’ll be featured in season 2 of the Starz series.
So we went. Behold.
This was what greeted us when we pulled up: a ¾ full parking lot, and a big one at that. I was a little surprised; Gaiman’s descriptions of the place gave me a seedier, hole-in-the-wall vibe, but this looked like some mid-level theme park entrance. Hmm.
We started the tour and ventured around … and I was starting to think we came to the wrong place. Sure, the statue in front was kind of iffy, and some of the rooms looked a little retro, maybe gauche … but not the mindfuck I had anticipated.
Then … then we came to the Infinity Room.
… um. Okay. Hey, there’s a glass floor at the midway point, what’s under ther–
What are those, bushes? Wait … treetops?
HOLY FUCK YOU BATMAN IT’S AN UNSUPPORTED ROOM HANGING OUT OVER A FUCKING CLIFF YOU GO JUMP UP AN ASSHOLE
(It also creaks and sways. I thought it was just an old house, not a FUCK YOU CLIFF OF DOOM.)
Once back on solid ground, we found a door.
After that, shit got … weird.
I call this the Impractical Rejected Weapons from Fallout 3 collection.
Including a literal HAND CANNON. What the what?
This is getting unsettling.
The pooping dog piggy bank’s eyes won’t stop following me.
Ooohhhkay … hey, look! Another one of them doors!
I wonder what’s behind this–
… well, I would have never guessed “replica American Main Street inside a house.” You win this round.
“I wish I was BIG.”
And because why the hell not, he’s a goddamned carnival pipe organ.
Then we came to this sign.
What? Bullshit. Bullshit you have a whale in this house. I will *shit myself* if you have a whale in th–
OH FUCK YOU MATE.
NO FUCK YOU THAT IS A THREE STORY TALL WHALE.
THAT IS A THREE STORY TALL WHALE FIGHTING A GIANT SQUID IN YOUR HOUSE YOU HAVE TOO MANY DRUGS
YOU PUT A FUCKING MOTORBOAT IN ITS MOUTH WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU
THIS DUDE GETS IT.
“I have seen some shit.”
And after the whale was just menagerie after menagerie of random audacious bullshit.
“Hello, I’ll be waiting in your closet tonight.”
“YOUR SILENCE GIVES CONSENT.”
Okay, this made me smile.
Fun fact: Burma Shave ads were the precursor to WTFIWWY.
Wait, where is that noise coming fro–
Oh yeah! There’s a HUGE assortment of these weird mechanical music machines assembled from real instruments, electronics, pneumatics, and madness.
But it doesn’t stop there.
Then we stumbled on the “Abominations in the Sight of God” section.
And at the very end … this. If you’ve read American Gods, you know *exactly* what this is. If you’re only watching the show, consider this spoilers for season 2.
Then we went outside, and there was a kitty.
I petted the kitty.
Bonus: Here is a machine that perfectly replicates the sound of Steve Martin falling down a flight of stairs.
I wasn’t looking of anything when I met you. If anything I was over the thought of falling for someone. I had finally gotten over someone and the thought of being flooded with emotions each day again was exhausting.
But we practically stumbled on top of one another. Our paths could have crossed, but instead they collided. And the night we met was like coming up for air after drowning in my own tears. You made me laugh, and you told me stories about your life and for that night I was just happy to be me. It was an odd feeling, to be so happy and free.
Things didn’t work out, and maybe it was for the best. This way you can always be the guy that never hurt me, the one that let me listen and laugh for a night. And I am grateful for you and the part you played in realising I deserved better than those I had met before you.
To the one that came out of no where, but was exactly what I needed.
Okay, so I feel like contributing to the Humans Are Weird section and it’s just, humans and predators get along? Like, we have mutual beneficial relationships and companionship with animals that, in theory, we should be fighting with.
Like, we have cats and dogs as pets, some people have wolves, we see lions and tigers and think they’re cute, hell, zoologists have been raising Big Cats for years, not to mention the stories about people care taking bears.
And if Jurassic World became a thing, you can bet your ass someone would Chris Pratt a set of pack dinos
So like, imagine that theres a race of aliens who are, by genetic script, predatory, and vicious and every alien system are like “Theres no chance at establishing peace with them, it’s impossible.” But then humans come and we stumble across a wounded one like
“this species ?? Is adorable ?” And all the other aliens are like
“No, human Mike, it is a vicious predator! It’s bet to just avoid the quadrant where theyre from and destroy any that come too close.”
“You want to kill him, but he’s just a wittle cutie!”
“ … Human Mike, stand back!” And of course the humans rally around it and force the other aliens out and slowly feed/build up trust with the species and we form a bound with them and Aliens are like ????
Evetually humans teach the aliens how to respond to the species and while they’re still pretty dangerous if they’re hungry and you shouldn’t turn your back on them, there’s still like, relative trust between the species.
Can we please talk about how surprised Mon-El seemed that just being there and holding Kara was enough?
I felt like when he was talking with Winn and he said “what’s left for me?” what he meant was “what’s left for me to do for her?” as in she’s Supergirl - what could she need from him? I think he was kind of afraid to ask and have her realize that she didn’t actually need him for anything.
I think he realized in their last scene that being there, supporting her in the simplest ways, was enough for her and it kinda blew him away. I think he was struggling to see what he could give to someone so incredible and strong and I think those little expressions - the smiles and the soft looks on his face - were showing us that he understands that yes she’s amazing beyond words but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want someone to be there for her at the end of a terrible day.
He asked what she needed from him and he probably wasn’t prepared to hear that just being there was enough. From what we know about his past there probably hasn’t been a time in his life when just being Mon-El was enough for someone. Especially someone he cared about and that he wanted to comfort and support. He is so new to all of this and I can’t imagine what it meant to him for her to tell him that all she wanted from him… was him.
Yes, hello, please enjoy the lesbian pulp novel we stumbled upon within the pages of J&P Coats’s Sweaters Book No. 291: Everyone wears SWEATERS, circa 1952. Because in these trying times, it makes sense to share whatever scraps of joy we can.
The Cleric's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
Already in the Campaign the party had encounter 2 sarcophagi. The first I, the cleric, declared we shouldn’t open because it was probably cursed. Our paladin disagreed, opened it, and nothing really happened but I kept insisting all bad things that happened for the rest of the session were because of a curse.
Should’ve kept my mouth shut.
The second was a homebrew side quest with another sarcophagus. Again I declared it cursed, especially since it was of our DM’s design.
It wasn’t but it did summon a snakeman god. He saw the necklace out paladin stole from the other sarcophagus and attacked. I was nearly sucked into the negative plane. So when we stumbled upon the 3rd sarcophagus yet after I’d nearly been dissolved by an ooze my poor cleric was at wits end because the key to the puzzle was inside.
DM: So where are you all. Are you all in the room?
Me: Heck no, but… I guess I’m by the door just… lightly banging my head against the wall.
Blood Hunter: Okay I open it.
DM: So you spring a trap and spears come shooting out of the floor in the room and all the way out into the hallway beyond. *rolls for how many spears we all take* You get 2, you get 2….*winces* [cleric] you get 5.
Me: I’m down. There’s no way.
Rogue: I’ll use your potion.*Rolls* 6 HP
Me: I sit up. “FUCK SARCOPHAGI”. And also heal my poison and heal myself and sit on the floor and sob for a bit.
Time for some more whump! It’s Day Two- Hypothermia!
Lance and Keith (read: klance) go to an ice planet.
why do i only ever hurt lance
“Figures,” Lance grumbled.
“Stereotypical ice planet. Why couldn’t the rebels have lived on, I
don’t know, a tropical island? The entire known universe and we can’t
stumble across some beach residents in need of rescue?”
“Lance,” Shiro’s disapproving
voice sounded over the coms. “The two of them gave me their only
ship. Which means we’re helping them. They’re part of a freedom
fighter organization, maybe they can help us.”
“Yeah, okay, but why do I
have to be the one that gets sent down here? I’m from Cuba! This is
way, way below comfortable temperatures for me.”
“Quit whining,” Keith snapped,
glaring at Lance over his shoulder. “Our armor’s designed to keep
us warm, and this is below comfortable for anyone. And pick up
Lance rolled his eyes, but jogged to
catch up to him.
“Sorry, Lance, but the red lion is
the best at withstanding extreme temperatures. And it’s smaller, and
faster than the other lions, so it can better navigate the terrain,”
“Wish I had help navigating the
terrain now,” Lance muttered under his breath. The two of them were
currently struggling through over a foot of snow. “And that doesn’t
explain why I had to bring Keith with me.”
“Because going on solo missions to
unknown locations is how you get killed,” Pidge pointed out. “Star
Wars? Hoth? Luke almost getting annihilated by the abominable
snowman? Any of that ring a bell?”
“Quiznaking ice planets. Why are we
out of the lion anyway, Shiro? Red’s warm. Do you want us to
freeze to death and then have to hide inside the body of a space
camel?” Lance’s voice was dripping with sarcasm.
“What the hell are you
“Star Wars, Keith. Remind me to
marathon it with you when we get back to Earth. My niece loves those
movies, and she’ll eat all the popcorn, but it’s worth it. Trust me.”
“Would you two take this mission
seriously?” Shiro asked. Lance could practically see him rubbing
his temples exhaustedly. “I know it’s not exactly high-stakes
adventure, but these guys saved my life. You’re not going to go
prancing around the planet in your lion and accidentally destroy
“Prancing? Shiro, I don’t
“Lance, look,” Keith interrupted
him and pointed out towards a large stretch of ice before them. It
would’ve been a lake, had the planet not had such low temperatures.
“Pidge, is that the direction we need to go?”
“Yep,” she told them. “The
hideout’s not far from the opposite side.”
Keith sighed. “We’ll have to go
“Woah, what? Keith, that lake is
huge! It’d be so much easier to walk straight across,” Lance
protested. “I’m not about to freeze to death while we take the
“In case you hadn’t noticed, that’s
ice, dumbass. If it can’t support our weight and breaks then
we really could freeze to death! That water’s gotta be a lot
worse than this.”
“I’m not an idiot, Keith, I know
that. Pidge, if I send you a scan can you see if it’ll support us?”
Lance asked. Pidge made a noise of affirmation, and Lance used his
armor’s scanner to send an analysis of the ice to her.
“It looks pretty thick,” she
mused. “I wouldn’t jump up and down or start hacking at it with
your bayards if I were you, but you’ll be able to walk across.”
“See?” Lance smirked at
him. “What’d I tell you? It’s fine.”
“Shouldn’t we, I don’t know, check
the lake? What if there’s a… space octopus in there, or something?
Or a shark? I mean, they wouldn’t normally live in lakes, but this
isn’t Earth so who knows? Are space alligators a thing?” Hunk spoke
so fast it was almost difficult to understand.
“Hunk, you’re rambling,” Lance
observed with a fond smile. “But don’t worry. The top of the lake
is frozen, so they wouldn’t be able to breathe, right? Let alone get
to us. If it makes you feel better, I’ll do a full scan of the lake.”
“Nope. No animals down there,”
Pidge confirmed a few moments later. “Now would you two hurry up
“I still have a really bad feeling
about this,” Keith mumbled.
Lance turned towards him with a grin.
“We are so watching Star Wars together. In fact, we should
see if they have it at the space mall. But sorry, Keith, if you want
to go the long way, be my guest. I’m not going to wait any longer
than I have to.”
“He really is the true pilot of
Red,” Pidge sounded as if she was trying to repress a laugh.
“Impatient as all hell.”
“Hey!” Keith and Lance
exclaimed at the same time.
Pidge snorted. “Just get going
Lance wasted no time in starting out
across the lake. He was several paces ahead of Keith, who still
hesitated to step out onto it. As he was about to continue forward,
Keith stopped in his tracks. He could swear he saw something dark
moving below the ice, but Pidge had scanned the lake for life, hadn’t
she? It must just be his imagination. He started forward again, but
just then the ground shook, and the ice in front of Lance exploded.
He let out a strangled yelp, stumbling
away from whatever had just burst out of the lake. Keith could hear
the frantic voices of the others in his ears, but it all descended
into white noise as he saw the vine that had broken through the ice
wrap around Lance’s legs.
He rushed forward, but it was already
too late. Keith watched as Lance was dragged into the hole made by
the creature, and plunged into the freezing lake.
The water was murky, and dark. Lance
could barely see, all he knew was that something was dragging him
further and further down into the depths. He didn’t have time to
activate his helmet properly before water was rushing into his lungs.
He felt the grip of whatever held him
tightening on his legs, and though he tried to kick he couldn’t break
Lance forced himself not to panic.
Panicking wouldn’t help him. So he collected his thoughts, summoned
his bayard, and pointed it down. He still couldn’t see anything, but
with luck he’d hit the monster, not himself. He moved his finger to
the trigger, aimed for what he hoped wasn’t his leg, and fired.
Judging by the shriek of pain and how
the hold on him loosened, Lance guessed the laser met its mark. He
kicked upwards immediately, swimming quickly to the surface. However,
with limited eyesight and dwindling oxygen, his hands met nothing but
ice. Panic started to overtake him again as he desperately scrambled
to find the hole which he’d fallen into.
Lance was just starting to give up
hope completely when suddenly a hand snagged around his wrist and
yanked him to the side, and up to the surface.
Lance sucked in a breath, coughing the
water out of his lungs as he collapsed onto the ice. His vision was
foggy around the edges, but he could see well enough to notice Keith
kneeling over him, breathing heavily.
“Are you okay?” he demanded, hands
hovering over Lance’s form. “Are you hurt?”
“What—” Lance coughed again.
“What was that… that thing?”
“I… I didn’t scan for plants,”
Pidge told him apologetically. “In my defense, I had no idea there
would be some crazy strong… Venus flytrap-ish monster living here.”
“Now will you listen to me
when I tell you something’s a bad idea?” Keith asked, sounding way
to relieved to actually come off as angry.
Lance gave him a shaky smile. “I
c-could ask you the… the same, S-samurai.”. Keith tensed
“Why’s he talking like that?” he
asked. “He’s… breathing weird, too. And shivering. Pidge, what—”
“Keith. Scan. Now.” Pidge’s voice
was suddenly alert, and when Keith complied, she cursed.
“Hypothermia. I should’ve guessed. Keith, get him back to the
castle. He should be fine, but he needs a pod. Allura and I will come
back to the planet in Blue later.”
Keith nodded, picking Lance up in his
arms as if he weighed nothing at all, before rushing towards Red.
“Hang on, Lance. You’re gonna be fine.”
“You.. you were r-right,” Lance
admitted around chattering teeth. “That was a… very b-bad idea.”
His eyes started to slide shut.
“Wh— no, Lance, you have to stay
awake. C'mon, keep your eyes open. We’re almost there.”
“’M sorry, Keith, b-but it’s… it’s
freezing, and you’re r-r-really w-warm,” Lance mumbled, closing his
eyes and leaning his head on Keith’s shoulder. “I think… I’ll
just take a little n-nap.”
“Lance, no, you’ve got to—”
Keith started insistently, but Lance had already passed out in his
Lance fell unceremoniously out of the
healing pod, but was luckily caught before he collapsed onto the
floor. He looked up to meet Keith’s dark eyes, and promptly groaned.
“So, I guess we had another bonding moment.”
Keith bristled. “That’s all you have
to say? Not ‘thank you for saving my life?’ After your stupid
decision-making skills got you put in a pod for the… how many times
has it been now?”
Lance ignored him. “Where are the
“None of them wanted to stay
overnight, because, again, you’ve been in this pod way too many
times,” Keith told him, unsure if he should point out that Lance
had made no move to step back, so Keith was still supporting the
entirety of his weight.
“And yet you stayed,” Lance
grinned. “Guess I should probably start listening to you, huh?”
Lance’s smile turned quickly into a
smirk. “Well, that’s too bad, since we both know that’s never going
Keith scowled, prepared to drop Lance
onto the floor. He would have to, if Lance hadn’t leaned forward at
that exact moment and kissed him.
It didn’t last long, but Keith was
blushing furiously, anyway. It was nice to see that Lance looked a
little flustered, too, though.
“Thanks,” Lance said softly. “For
saving my life.”
“Um,” Keith started, brain still
trying to understand what was going on. “Did you just— you and I—
is this— what?”
Lance laughed, finally stepping back
from Keith and turning to walk out the door. “I’m going to go get
some food goo, if you’d care to join me.”
Keith watched him go, and stammered
out a few more incoherent sentences before rushing after him.
In one corner stood Canada’s youngest senator, heavily tattooed and armed with a black belt in karate. In the other stood a lanky Justin Trudeau, the underdog whom bookies were giving 3-1 odds against.
“It wasn’t random,” Trudeau told Rolling Stone magazine in an interview published this week. “I wanted someone who would be a good foil, and we stumbled upon the scrappy tough-guy senator from an indigenous community. He fit the bill, and it was a very nice counterpoint. I saw it as the right kind of narrative, the right story to tell.”
The comments – part of a 6,800-word August cover story on the prime minister – sparked immediate reaction. “So ‘privileged white guy beats up Indian’ was the ‘right kind of narrative?’ Seriously?” wrote one person on Twitter,while another noted: “White guy in power & entitlement looks 4 an #Indigenous human to beat up so he looks like a strong white dude. How precious & colonial supreme.”