The Master's Log

[fiction-is-not-reality]

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. 

[4367345g34]

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.

[livinginthequestion]

reference. 

[booasaur]

There’s also this:

Remember, web.archive.org, not the archive.org home page. The Save Page Now option is at bottom right.

[themasterinthetardis]

noninfinitus:

“I declare a thumb war?”

Well, this was certainly a surprise.... or perhaps a trick.  Certainly it had to be a hologram of sorts because things weren’t going to end well if the Doctor, his Doctor, had decided to wander out of Rassilon knows where after all of this bloody time. His anger quelled as he pulled the console screen towards him to attempt to end any games that the TARDIS was deciding to play. Would it really be that bad if it was real? Oh, that made his hearts ache. Best to not dwell on any of this, and just end the program.

[themasterinthetardis]

theeldritchmortician:

@themasterinthetardis​

It was rare indeed to see the Master blush in shame.  He could see some recollection flash in his eyes, then dull away, like it was a false memory.  Then he tried to correct himself.  Gamma felt sorry for him in a way, so he let it slide.  “Oh!  You had me for a second, good one.” The Master had aged, albeit gracefully so, and here was Gamma in a young-ish face that hid his true age.  He felt a little self conscious, to be honest.  It was his turn to blush, like a schoolgirl with her crush.  In a way, it sort of was.  “It’s been a long time, Master.  It’s really good to see you.”  I’ve missed you, he wanted to say, but he remembered this wasn’t his Master, and refrained.

“Indeed it is. So, tell me....” he started, still not entirely sure that he’d gotten away with tricking this Gamma into believing he knew exactly who he was. Should he try to probe for clues, or excuse himself and make a hasty exit? The man’s eyes were certainly enchanting enough to put some effort into a farce. Not to mention, there was no telling what he could get out of this. “Just how long has it been?” the Master decided to ask, mind ready to take notes so that he could travel back and observe.

[themasterinthetardis]

takinghertime:

     She made her way up the ramp, talking as she went. “I’m attempting to, erm, upgrade a conveyance with a protective shield that can also serve as a cloaking device if desired. It’s all sort of experimental–I couldn’t find a good model from the twenty-third century that I could adapt to this particular conveyance, so I’m having to wing it. I want it to be portable as well–something I can remove easily and place on other vehicles if necessary.” She set her box on the jumpseat and then put her hands on her hips as she turned to face him. “It is damn good to see you again. I’ve missed that face.”

“At least you’re not jamming a spanner in there and calling it a lever...” he said with a melancholic smile. “are you?” He gave her a vaguely concerned look as he put in a disposable glove and started to pick through the things in her box. “It’s good to see you again as well. Seclusion was dull. I found another Fluffy. She’ll last this time.... Anyway, how are you doing? What have you been up to? Your TARDIS looks a bit different.”

[themasterinthetardis]

"How long?" She's taken to following him around, the ghostly Lordess fond of bugging her cousin by marriage. "How long," she repeated. "Since you told Theta that you love him?" -lordessoftime (hi! Hope this is ok!)

The Time Lord rolled his eyes and let out an irritated sigh. “You’ve mistaken me for someone else.” he commented, as he always did. He closed his journals, packed away his pens and watercolors from the cafe table, and packed them into the pockets in his coat before moving to stand and get away from this now regular annoyance.

[echoesandvibes-deactivated20200]

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Send ♏ to find my muse in nothing but their underwear! | Accepting

His military uniform is folded neatly on a chair nearby. Hearing someone walk in, the Captain turns to face him. He doesn’t make a move to cover himself, he does instead stand with his arms by his sides. “Can I help you?”

@themasterinthetardis

[themasterinthetardis]

The device in the Master’s hands started to beep wildly when he entered the room without any regard for the occupants. The Time Lord glanced over at the man, but it took a double take for him to connect to the fact that he had wandered into contact with the Immortal once again. “Oh look, it’s the Freak.” he commented with a smirk, his eyes moving down and then back up at the man’s face. “You’ve aged.” 

[themasterinthetardis]

theeldritchmortician:

@themasterinthetardis​

Gamma now was even more puzzled.  Firstly because the Master was even here, and secondly, the way he was acting.  Did he think…?  Oh.  Oh shit. “You think I’m him, don’t you…”  He hid the bitterness he felt as well as he could, masking it as concern.  “I’m not your Doctor.  I’m The Mortician, Gamma Sigma.  The brother that time forgot.”  He remembered the feelings he once felt for the Master, but this was not the one he felt them for.  His hearts ached.

The Master looked taken aback. What did he mean? This man smelled right, he acted right, he.... oh. A rare red flush spread over the Time Lord’s face, and his eyes started to dart around looking for an excuse. “Of course not, don’t be ridiculous.” he said quickly, trying to cover his grievous mistake. He’d never been terribly familiar with a Gamma. Was there even a Gamma in his universe before it has merged into the multiverse? Even if there was, it would seem that it wasn’t only Time that had forgotten and the Time Lord felt ashamed. He’d been on the other side of this before. So, he grasped at a vague idea and tried to run with it, saying: “You fell for it. I’m here for you.”

[themasterinthetardis]

takinghertime:

     She was glad to see they were still on decent terms, despite the passage of time. She smiled and nodded. “I know, it’s beastly of me. But thank you. I’m building something, actually. These are some spare parts I just picked up for the job. Hoping they’ll do the trick. What brings you to this part of space and time, eh?”

“Why else would I be here, if not for you?” he replied, contented enough to see that whatever had caused their last rift had been lost to the sands of time. Part of his mind started to wander off to find the cause, but he pulled himself together. That didn’t matter now. What mattered was that they were both in the same room now that he’d followed her inside. “What parts are you looking for? I stopped making molds and casting parts ages back. They took up too much room, and made me too much of a target.”

[takinghertime]

Hello, cousin.

     When she saw him, she was carrying a box in her hands as she approached her TARDIS. “Cousin!” She stopped and stared, taking in his form as a smile slowly crept to her lips. “What a pleasant surprise. I hate to put you to work when it’s been so long, but I don’t suppose you could get the door for me?”

[themasterinthetardis]

“How dare you ask me to assist you.” the Master said sarcastically, yet darkly enough for him to be believed. However, these words were momentarily followed by a sleeved hand moving to open the door for her. “What are you doing with all of that?”

[theremnantsofahouseinthefens]

Mm.... someone looks busy.

@themasterinthetardis

“M-Master?  Should I be worried?  Am I in trouble?”

[themasterinthetardis]

He had forgotten that this Doctor’s body selection had a voice like liquid velvet. It practically made him giddy when he stammered out his name. “Now why would you ask me that?” asked the greying Time Lord, an eyebrow raising as he moved the slightest bit closer. His eyes were fixed on the Doctor’s hands. “That’s not your typical response, you know.”

[themasterinthetardis]

[themasterinthetardis]

[themasterinthetardis]

A TARDIS silently slips into existence in a forested area on Earth on a cool night in early autumn. The living ship’s exterior looks no different than the other trees around it, save for a single blue leaf. It was a single memory that the ship couldn’t let go of, and the Master would never force her to. The once shared TARDIS that was once only draped in a blue police box exterior now allowed herself to be repaired to sheer perfection. There was mutual respect between the ship and her single pilot now. Their shared past was forgotten. Rooms were deleted, destroyed, removed.... purged. They both needed a fresh start after their sudden loss, and so they did it together. The ship was made into what was necessary: A proper entry way with a curved staircase on either side that led to an upper level. There were five doors within this entry way. To the left was a wardrobe room, and to the right an elevator that contained 14 levels of storage.... though he only knew what were in 4 of them. He hadn’t needed any more, and the TARDIS seemed to have rooms she wanted to keep as they kept moving around. Directly in the middle of the two staircases were two large glass doors that were ornately decorated with high Gallifreyan sentiments for a safe travel and well-lived lives. Behind these doors with the highest of security measures lived the TARDIS console. A single door extended past this and led to a hallway with even more doors that led to more rooms that contained rooms, parts, and materials that were integral to the continual health of the TARDIS. Above the console, at the top of the staircases was another large door, this time wood, that was automatic. It led to a lounge-like library (with arching pathways into an aesthetically similar bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and lab) bathed in dark tones with massive glass windows that looked out into an extensive greenhouse of plants that wrapped around the Master’s living quarters and connected to his lab. He’d taken an interest in botany as of late. It was something different, and something he’d so rarely dabbled in even though he had extensively studied it. He’d extensively studied everything, just like every other Time Lord, but everyone had their preferences. All that had truly interested him was boring to him now, with a very few exceptions. There were certain things that defined him, and there were certain beings he enjoyed having in his life. One of which was his beloved ginger Persian cat, Fluffy. He’d torn through several universes to find a version of her that hadn’t had a version of him. Their relationship had to start all over, but the bond was made quickly, and he ensured that it was strong. It was simple when you knew her favourite meals, preferred lounging spots that were upholstered in her favorite fabrics. The Time Lord eventually shared why he had taken her in, and why he was so taken with her, and surprisingly Fluffy was all right with this. She had everything a cat could ever want and more, and there was something endearing about so loved and wanted. In her mind, the fact that she was wanted made her special... so she had to be even more loyal and loving than the late Fluffy that shared her name. -- As the Time Lord wrapped a scarf around his neck and checked that he had everything he needed safely within his pockets, Fluffy rubbed up against his leg and meowed softly. The Master knelt and placed her into her harness and clipped the lead to it.  The two soon stepped out of the TARDIS, the bark peeling back from the outer tree shape to allow them to access the planet. A melancholic wave moved through the Time Lord as he took a deep breath of 21st century air. This was the final step. He was on his own now.... and both he and Fluffy needed their daily walk. Sticking to a schedule was still an important aspect of his life, so off they went into the starry night.

[torvicfordfarding]

This made Torvic blush. He didn’t expect to be praised by his impromptu name. Using his littlest finger Torvic pet the back of Keven’s abdomen. The spider didn’t seem to protest. In fact it seemed quite content in the boys hand. 

That is because he time tot was using a low telepathic control to make the spider know that it was in no danger. It was a power all time tot had in them, kinda like how human children give off the oxytocin smell.

“He has allies. He has lots and lots and lots of friends, but he doesn’t need them to fight. Keven has super powers. That is why he is a King.” Torvic explains with all the logic of a child

“No one can step into his city without him knowing. He can spin a super fine thread that can be passed through without breaking. It tells him where the intruder is, and great vampires are big right? Super super big! Well Keven is super small, so they don’t see or feel him when he crawls on them. His bite is so deadly to the vampires that he only needs to sink one fang into their skin and they are dead.

[themasterinthetardis]

As the Time Tot spoke, the Time Lord listened intently, picking up on hints of strengths and weaknesses in the boy. The more he was around him, the easier it was for him to see how simple it would be to nudge him onto a more.... respectable path.

“Well, then, Keven is quite wise and powerful, and it is clever for him to use his abilities to easily aid himself. You can do the same, you know.” the Master offered, thinking back on particular moments when Torvic had wound up tracking insects back into the TARDIS with him on their walks. Usually he batted them away, but clearly some had been sneaked in. Instead of punishing him, and denying the boy this very filthy habit and interest, the Time Lord decided to allow him to have this passion. Even if it meant he’d need to clean more for a while until proper isolation tanks were installed in the boy’s room. “You like these little creatures, don’t you? Why don’t you consider living here with me for a while instead of going back? We can get you a few Enviro-eco-tanks, and you can keep some of them in your room with you.” he offered, expertly weaving in a way to keep the boy from asking about ‘home,’ and the House that he had left. “You could log their behaviours that way. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

[fracturesandfaultlines-archive]

Bucky stared, wide eyed, not at all sure what to make of his uninvited guest. His home was sparse, barely a home at all really, but it was what he had. There was a worn out mattress on the floor and a handful of dishes in the strainer, a testament to his efforts to at least cook and pick up after himself now and again. He’d cobbled together some small semblance of a life, and some part of him panicked at the invasion. People usually meant authorities and then he’d have to run again. He was so, so very tired of running. 

“Industrial?” Bucky’s brows furrowed in confusion. He’d spent so many centuries entirely in the thrall of Hydra that Bucky was still very much playing catch up. His efforts to stay alive generally trumped any research into modern decorating themes. As imposing as he looked, Bucky was unsettled and almost afraid, and he shook his head, wondering if he should just pack up and go. Just in case. “No. I… it’s fine like it is.”

[themasterinthetardis]

“Yes, Industrial.” the Master replied, pulling his hand into his sleeve yet again to open a box and rummage through the contents. He saw nothing of major importance so he dropped it when he was done, and moved off to the other corner of the room to stare at the mattress. Negative memories of the Harrier floated through his mind, and a sneer appeared on his face as he turned to face Deborah. “You’ll need to find other living arrangements for a few months, or you could accompany me for some tea, and it will be completed when we are done. I highly suggest the latter. The sooner this place is less of a dump, the better. Plus, imagine the resale value.”

[fracturesandfaultlines-archive]

“Look, uninvited guest,” Bucky snapped back, his patience wearing thin. “Maybe you’re an alien. Maybe you’re just crazy. I really don’t care. Just be reasonable or get off my doorstep.”

He wasn’t likely to try to kill the Master - he didn’t do that anymore - but he was about a hairs breadth away from taking a swing at the man. What he lacked by virtue of being human, he more than made up for in the ways he’d been changed. He was broad and muscular and his senses were keen. More importantly, that mechanical arm was good for a pretty nasty hook. 

[themasterinthetardis]

“Took you long enough.” the Master replied as he pulled his hands into his sleeves and quickly forced his way into the man’s abode. “Mm.... it’s terrible in here. You could really use some redecorating. What are you into?” He turned and looked at the Human, sizing him up, glancing at other certain items around him. “Definitely industrial. You’ll need to stay elsewhere while this dump is being worked on. I’ll put in a few calls.”

[torvicfordfarding]

Taken aback all the questions and the others actual interest in what he was doing Torvic stumbles for answers to questions he himself didn’t even think about. “Umm… Its on the planet.. Torvic. Yeah Torvic! Where it is almost always dusk. Ummm….” 

Reaching into a small box that was covered in aluminum foil Torvic pulls out a common earth spider. “This is King Keven. King Keven the… eight. He uh, doesn’t have a family. He doesn’t want one He lives all alone in his city. He fights vampires.”

[themasterinthetardis]

“You did not tell me that you had a planet! You picked a fine name for it. Now everyone will know that you are successful and powerful.” the Master replied, seeing no issue with boosting the boy’s ego. He himself thoroughly enjoyed taking over planets, and Saturn was his biggest success to date.

Upon seeing that the Time Tot had brought un-cleansed Earth vermin into his TARDIS, the Time Lord’s eyes went wide, and he started to panic slightly. However, he forced himself to be calm after seeing how content the boy looked. He could allow him this. “Ah, I see. So he has no allies, or no one to work for him? How does he know when those terrible Vampires are around. They’re incredibly deadly, you know.”