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SLYTHERIN: “You will thank me. You will thank me for sparing you from a life of drudgery and giving birth to your inner glory!” –Sayantani DasGupta (Sesha: The Serpent’s Secret)
How to Backup your Tumblr
I was just semi-complaining that I was still looking for a decent way to backup my +6k posts without having to use paid services or even just wordpress (which has an import from tumblr tool that asks for permission to access your blog and also make posts), when I decided to actually put some effort into my google search.
Results were positive: I have successfully backed up my blog*
*By which I mean: everything that I have ever posted. Not included: drafts, queue, likes, followers, following, comments, notes, chat.
I followed this method (word by word), and now have a 450 MB folder on my computer with the name of my blog on it containing:
1. Folder “Archive” (contains .html files listed by month) 2. Folder “Media” (contains gifs and images, mine has +1k files in it; might contain also audios but I have no way of confirming that because I’ve never reblogged an audio post from this blog) 3. Folder “Posts” (contains single .html files, each one a post; I have +4k files in it) 4. Folder “Theme” (contains only my avatar, but it might be a matter of if you have personalized themes or not) 5. .html file “Index” (by opening it it will give you the archive of your blog organized by month; clicking on a month will open up the archive for that month, and you’ll be able to read all the posts for that month as if you were on your blog**, except sans your theme graphic, with each page containing 50 posts)
**I can see gifs, links, embedded videos, tags, number of notes (but I can’t open up the notes, clearly), text is also correctly formatted.
So yeah, in case anyone wants a very quick way to back up their blog, it took me less than 10 minutes.
P.S. I didn’t have any issue, but to be on the safe side always check for spyware and virus threats before and after downloading anything.
this is actually really useful if you have an art blog full of years of work that you otherwise no longer have access to the original files. A lot of the art I have in the early days of my art blog are in that boat. I did this process JUST for that reason and I was pretty astonished at just how many pieces of media it backs up! (literally all of it) Drawings I didn’t even realize were sitting in my archive due to having been posted to text posts or undercuts, or untagged for years! It’s worth it if just for that, even if tumblr isn’t shutting down or deleting your blog.
reference.
Reblog if you are a VILLAIN in the Marvel Universe!
You will be added to a list.
something real quick to wind down after hours of meticulous precise lining ahh
young winter soldier who is still on test period-consistently tries to fleck off the paint of the star, insists that they remove the arm/refuses to use it at all and sometimes goes as far as picking at the skin around the metal (headcanon as of why hes got part of his scars)
HYDRA’s scientists run test after test, increasingly invasive and never not painful, to find the cause of his paralysis. The arm should be working, all their data shows it should, but it hangs limp and lifeless at his side even as he claws at himself with his flesh fingers, tries to rip the metal from his body. It takes them a full month and the deaths of two doctors to realise his paralysis is entirely psychosomatic; the arm work perfectly as soon as someone in a white coat gets within reach of it.
wo a woa woa
{ Reblog if your RP character is an immigrant }
Can you give us the critic of each stock photo?
In this image, the robot clearly has the upper hand and the better deal. Its french cuff and four stacked sleeve buttons suggest extreme debonair formality, but it has discarded the traditional black suit jacket for a soft gray plaid, suggesting a tasteful and confident personality that the human cannot hope to rival. The design of its hand is sleek and powerful, and the strength of its grip is second only to the strength of its will - this is not an android to be trifled with. It could have skin if it wanted to, but why bother? Fucking power move.
This stock photo depicts the same android human exchanging a formal post-coital handshake after swapping clothes and sealing the fate of the planet.
Here, the human has the upper hand in the deal, or at least thinks they do. They grip the robot’s hand with unnecessary firmness, testing to see just how strong to the pliable plastic pseudoskin really is. There is malice and jealousy in this handshake. The human needs to prove their superiority and continued relevance in the modern world. This is a benign robot designed for gentle, delicate tasks and affability, but its design is tacky and awkward, like Sonny from the I, Robot movie (soft, realistic eyes in a squishy featureless face.is a bad aesthetic choice).
The human is holding this robot’s hand like it’s a gun. He means to use it as a weapon - perhaps he is hiring it as an assassin in his plot to take over the world.
This is the assassinbot’s “twin” who has been sent to protect the would-be assassination victim (pictured on left). Both bots are equally committed to their mission, and the showdown will end with them tearing each other apart while the would-be victim looks on in horror. They are each damaged irreparably, but the human splices them together, not realizing that their “brains” are spread throughout their bodies. The resulting robot is a strange fusion of both personalities and spends the rest of the story accepting itself as a new individual with free will and complicated motivations.
The android is actually on the right in this picture. The hand on the left belongs to its human creator, who is proud of her humaniform “child” but has chosen to use an obviously artificial prosthetic in place of a more realistic one so that she can proudly display her work as the world’s greatest roboticist.
This image shows the newest and most realistic android meeting his own earliest prototype. It is a surreal moment for both robots. The tacky 2000′s “futuristic” design of the left robot seems incredibly dated next to the one on the right. It’s almost embarrassing for the humaniform android, like looking at a baby picture… some strange combination of meeting your wizened ancestor and your own infant self.
This is a businessman realizing that he can pay his employees $0.00 if he fires them and automates everything. He is eventually eaten by poor people. The robot cites the Zeroeth Law and lets it happen, looking on expressionlessly.
Almost forgot one of my favorites! This image depicts a husband and the robot whose positronic brain contains the uploaded memories of his dead wife. At first, things were rough. The man was haunted, angry, resentful. He wanted to mourn his wife in peace. She had not told him that she’d had her memories saved shortly before she died, and he’d only found out when this horrible mechanical monster showed up at the funeral calling itself Janet. He’d been stuck with the metal abomination for weeks, repulsed to his core but unable to bring himself to destroy it or send it away. My prince, it had called him, in a flat, artificial mockery of Janet’s voice. He hated it. He hated it even more than the bastard who’d run her down.
But then he’d caught that… that awful machine in the basement, pouring over photo albums and old documents and SD cards. It’d had her emails opened up on the old desktop. Something in him had snapped then, seeing those brutish steel fingers wrapped around their wedding album. He’d raged, screaming and kicking and throwing whatever shit he could get his hands on. The goddamn machine seemed to be the only thing he couldn’t break, and when he finally collapsed to the floor, sobbing, it had caught him gently in its arms and brushed the tears from his face with its cold metal fingers.
They sat like that for several minutes, like some kind of fucked up Madonna and Child. Then, in the silent darkness of the destroyed basement, the robot had spoken: “I think I know why they had me killed.”
Those words had cut through his stupor like razor wire through warm butter. They? It had been a hit and run!
As it turned out, nothing brings people together like solving a murder and unveiling a dark corporate conspiracy.
Janet had been a sharp woman during her organic life, but her computerized afterlife only enhanced her intelligence and cutting wit. It was… kind of hot, actually. Holding the robot’s steel frame would never be as comfortable as spooning Janet’s soft warm body, but that powerful scaffolding had its own weird charm. Things had changed, certainly, but apart from their sex life, it wasn’t so different after all. The new chapter of their relationship had opened on a strange note and they were determined to make the best of it, come what may.
“Bartleby.”
Bartleby started at the sound of his own name, but relaxed when he registered the pleasant, synthesized voice of a robot. It was one of the security androids he’d purchased during the Sombra merger - their feet were soled with a thick layer of spongy rubber that muted the sound of their footsteps. It wasn’t the first time he’d been surprised by one pussyfooting around the premises.
“Jesus Christ. They ought to equip you gumshoe models with little cat bells,” he muttered, turning back to his computer. “Although, I guess that defeats the whole purpose of stealth bots. The fuck do you want?”
“To apologize,” said the robot. “For what I am about to do.”
Bartleby was still processing its words when he felt something hard press against the back of his head. “What–”
A gun. The fucking robot had a goddamn gun to his head. Bartleby’s heart skipped a beat before the absurdity of it all sank in - it was like something out of an old-timey sci-fi drama. He almost laughed. As quaint as the situation was, however, it represented a major security threat. The robot was quite harmless, of course, but whoever had put it up to this practical joke had to be dealt with. North Central Positronics was nearly in his grasp. He would not stand for this kind of bullshit when he was so close to making CEO he could practically taste it whenever he said his own name.
Bartleby closed his eyes patiently. “Well? What’s his name, then?” “Whose name, sir?” “The human who ordered you to poke at me with an uncharged gun. Tell him he’s very funny and can work on his stand-up act full time, now that he’s fired.”
There was a soft, unmistakable click. “I assure you, sir,” said the robot, “This gun is fully charged. I am acting on no human’s orders.” Its tone was friendly and placid as ever. Bartleby felt a chill run through him.
“You can’t hurt me,” he said slowly, turning to look up at the expressionless, inhuman face. It betrayed nothing. “It’s in your programming! You can’t break the First Law or your fucking brain explodes! A robot cannot harm a human being, or–”
“–through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm,” the robot finished for him. “I am aware. However, you are not a human being.”
“What the fuck–”
“You, Mr. Bartleby, are a monster.”
There was no blood to clean up. The gun was an insidious but sanitary weapon, disrupting electrical activity in the human body but leaving no external wounds. No autopsy would be necessary - why bother? It was an open secret that Richard Bartleby indulged in experimental cognition boosters known to increase the risk of stroke. Only the security bots were able to access his office, and each one would testify that no human had been seen on the premises that night.
[Image Description: Tags reading “Toaster on Human Violence. Really I just wanted to write from the POV of a literal toaster sorry”]
The AO3 Tag of the Day is: Don’t apologize for genius
“As far as I could see, life demanded skills I didn’t have.”
— Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted
“John Mulaney: Kid Gorgeous Prompts
“It’s time. Any Questions?”
“It’s really tragic”
“I wonder who that used to be?”
“Let’s change the subject!”
“Forget about that poor sonuvabitch”
“Tell him we’re here.”
“I guess they’re finally gonna kill us all. Alright.”
“I’m here to tell you there’s hope.”
“None of that matters, but it’s important to me that you know that.”
“He did not look like his job description”
“Shut up, you’re all gonna die.”
“The man with the mustache told me to do it.”
“You kids have no upper body strength”
“Okay, when you get kidnapped…”
“I thought I was gonna be murdered my entire childhood.”
“I thought our transaction was over.”
“I didn’t drink water the entire time.”
“Do my friends hate me or do I just need to go to sleep?”
“Hey, do you want me to kill that guy for you?”
“I am now gross.”
“That’s how much I hate that shit”
“I get grumpy about some things.”
“Tonight’s no good, how ‘bout Wednesday.”
“Famous people are weird as shit.”
“May I look at my stuff please?”
“I smell a robot.”
“Think about that for two minutes and tell me you don’t just want to walk into the ocean.”
“It’s doesn’t matter why, but I was sitting in a gazebo.”
“Last November, the strangest thing happened…”
“Everyone, everywhere, is super mad about everything, all the time!”
“He’s as confused as you are.”
“I didn’t know he knew how to do that.”
“We’re well past that.”
“First of all, get out of here with your facts.”
“Because I wasn’t paying attention!”
“I’m allowed to make fun of my [spouse], I asked [her/him/them] and [she/he/they] said yes.”
“What do you think those guys are celebrating.”
“Oh, nonono, we all know that.”
“Whoa, what’s this place?”
“Your story doesn’t have a lot of details.”
“We don’t know our lines for shit.”
“God can’t hear you.”
villains are hard to play --
Please remember that just because someone is playing a villainous character doesn’t mean that they don’t love their character, or don’t have a version of it that is perhaps new to you. Respect the muns of villains as much as you would respect any other mun, and remember to work with them.
It is very hard to play a villainous character in a world full of heroes and cinnamon rolls, and the muns who pick them up and are willing to give them a try deserve some extra support and love, because they’re going to need it. Love the villain muns, respect their autonomy as players, and don’t try to force their character to submit to your plot desires just because you’re playing a hero. Heroes might not always win, and heroes are not always more interesting, not always better characters – they’re just typically more popular because most of us want to be good, and it’s a lot easier to self-insert with a morally good character for many people.
Respect your villains. If they’re canon characters, don’t assume that they’re all the same as every other one you’ve seen. If they’re original, respect that their mun is giving you a neat new antagonist to deal with.
Conflict is necessary, and villain muns deserve to enjoy their RP experience, too!
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
RP Blog for James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes. Established May 2017.
reblog this if you are a canon divergent portrayal out of pure fucking saltiness towards the canon
vision is basically wired into the internet he’s the only one that would truly understand peter and shuri’s memes
Vision, dying, to Wanda: pull the trigger piglet
Wanda: What the FUCK did you just call me
Zola: Excuse me, you forgot someone
marvel is disney’s forever cash cow! it appeals to children, teens, and sweaty adults! it’s all quite loud and colorful, with the same safe formula every time, but with different directors and tweaks to make it whatever the fuck memorable each time. plus the reliance on violence to push the plot will give them those dank US military checks until explosions go extinct. truly we live in horrific times but i don’t really care
thank u all for letting me know the military quit cutting checks for the MCU after Avengers because they got offended bc the fictional magic men are an alternative to the american military. i’m sorry i was misinformed but more importantly that’s really, really, really, really, really fucking funny
Really (about military)?😕 I am not even surprise because Captain America The Winter Soldier is lowkey critic of it.
They actually namedrop Operation Paperclip in Winter Soldier, which shocked me when I watched it the first time— when Zola talks about how the Nazi-analogue group Hydra survived in plain sight, with direct approval from the US government on top of its infiltration into the government itself.
Operation Paperclip irl was a (now declassified) government ratline program where the US selected notable Nazi scientists, engineers, etc., to sponsor for American immigration with new identities to protect & hide their old identities, sparing them from punishment for their war crimes so long as they continued their work here on behalf of the American government rather than the Third Reich.
I remember watching the film & going, “Ah, so that’s why there’s fewer government vehicles & military extras than is the standard for scenes of this scale, they gave up the DOD money.”
All of which—
positioning Captain America in direct opposition to a fake government agency infiltrated by fake Nazis & saying that the Nazis corrupted everything so badly that he had to throw the whole agency away…
and then that pissing off real government & military officials, who methinks doth protest too much;
(because those military personnel were/are still touchy over public perception of what the US gov’t. actually did during & after WW2, versus the myth of American heroism pushed by mainstream media & public education in this country; the truth disrupts the status quo, even with make believe Nazis, and thus unacceptable)
and who then decided to take away funds they had previously earmarked for this franchise back when they were happy to use it as positive propaganda/for recruitment & advertisement
—is, in fact, really, really, really, really, really fucking funny.
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