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how to find literally any post on a blog in seconds (on desktop)

there are so many posts about ~tumblr is so broken, you can’t find any post on your own blog, it’s impossible, bluhrblub~

I am here to tell you otherwise! it is in fact INCREDIBLY easy to find a post on a blog if you’re on desktop/browser and you know what you’re doing:

the tag system on desktop tumblr is GENUINELY amazing for searching within a specific blog! 

caveat: this assumes a person HAS a desktop theme (or “custom theme”) enabled. a “custom theme” is url.tumblr.com, as opposed to tumblr.com/url. I’ve heard you have to opt-into the former now, when it used to be the default, so not everyone HAS a custom theme where you can use all those neat url tricks. 

if the person doesn’t have a “custom theme” enabled, you’re beholden to the search bar. still, I’ve found the search bar on tumblr.com/url is WAY more reliable than search on mobile. for starters, it tends to bring posts up in a sensible order, instead of dredging up random posts from 2013 before anything else

if you’re on mobile, I’m sorry. godspeed and good luck finding anything. (my one tip is that if you’re able to click ON a tag rather than go through the search bar, you’ll have better luck. if your mutual has recently reblogged a post tagged #croissant, you can click #croissant and it’ll bring up everything tagged #croissant just like /tagged/croissant. but if there’s no readily available tag to click on, you have to rely on the mobile search bar and its weird bizarre whims) 

the archive/tagged trick is a lifesaver!!

a caveat on op’s caveat is that if your blog/the blog you want to search is older than [whenever they forced everybody into the tumblr.com/user change], most of these tricks will still work whether or not they have enabled “custom theme.”

tumblr works it’s just a closely guarded secret

OMG useful.

Note that this only works if you tag things. I only reliably tag horrible things with legs. With other posts I often don’t tag, or don’t think about tagging it with what people will remember most about it and search for later. 

However, I do love what happens as a result.

Want to find my original Elder Teletubbies post? The original isn’t tagged anything helpful, so tumblr can’t find it, but if I put “elder Teletubbies” in a search engine… there’s a whole world of content that doesn’t reach me, including a guy who sells plushies and t-shirts based on my post, and a YouTube video with 648k views thinking that guy invented it. Like picking up something you dropped in the garden to find the woodlice underneath have claimed it for their own and formed a religion around it. And also the original post.

Want to find the comic where I draw myself as a swan thanking the concept of jealousy? Surprisingly difficult unless I sometimes remember that I probably tagged it “a swan in a Santa hat.” (The swan in the comic is not wearing a Santa hat.) tumblr search can’t find this post again but upon googling “elodieunderglass jealousy” we find it referenced in a self-help book.

Wanted to find an ask meme I didn’t write myself and wouldn’t have tagged? Googling it randomly led me to discover that my one of my answers to the ask meme was quoted and used as the title of a scientific paper about dating (awesome, you’re doing great besties.)

Tumblr cannot find my moby dick rewriting, even though I know personally that the op was tagged (reasonably) #Mody bick. Through search engines we find the post, and also incidentally learn that the people who reposted it on boingboing were disgusted by the transparency of this marketing ploy (apparently the 1800s out-of-copyright whale novel market is reaching.)

So no, you can’t find any post on tumblr like this. No it isn’t easy. No it isn’t literally any post. No, no, don’t correct me. I like it like this. It’s absurd

It IS true that being on here gives you a tumblr accent. This morning my mother asked me something and i replied "i don't know i've never heard these words in that order" and she nearly choked laughing. It wasn't even that funny

at my old job i had a coworker who was tired and made a coffee with like 6 or 8 shots of espresso and i just casually went up to them like “are you trying to meet god?” and not only was this absolutely hilarious to them but they brought it up in future conversations they thought it was so funny but to me this was just as casual as saying “woah that’s a lot of coffee”

Being funny on Tumblr and then going to be funny in real life is like traveling to a foreign country and baby the currency exchange rate is biased in your favor

burn out

DAMSEL (2024) Dir. Juan Carlos

just a reminder that "listened to marginalized people about their oppression" means "people know their own experiences better than you do" not "the most oppressed person in the room is always right about everything"

also ‘knows their own experiences better than you’ does not mean ‘understands the systems of oppression that create those experiences’ either

This is how Superhero v. Supervillain dynamics form.

What do normal people who haven't had half their personality shaped by the lord of the rings think about when they are scraping butter across bread?

i don’t grow out of my interests they simply become absorbed into me as i get older like tree rings

pros of corded headphones:

cons of corded headphones:

glad this was a hit with corded headphone users

ELLA PURNELL as LUCY MACLEAN in FALLOUT (2024)

There is a horn. It is nothing special, made from the tusk of some beast that Aredhel barely even recalls felling.

There had been many such beasts on The Ice after all.

The horn had found its way into her luggage and over so many restless nights watching over little Idril she had made it.

It does not compare to those that The Hunt had used in Aman, bound as it is with scant strips of leather and metalwork repurposed from a necklace that she could not wear on The Ice.

But it is hers. And it is precious, in a strange way.

She does not take it when she leaves her brother’s city. It remains, untouched, in her rooms.

It watches as she slowly fades from a poison bestowed by her husband.

The horn is given to her son, yet he has no use for it. A love of hunting and the great outdoors was not anything she passed on to her only child.

It is gifted to another, to a child borne of his cousin, a more precious gift than perhaps his cousin realises.

(One of the few pieces he has of his mother. A wish and a warning and an apology all at once.)

Somehow it survives the Fall. Somehow it ends up in Sirion.

It does not burn in the destruction. Nor is it taken by the Sons of Feanor as they take their hostages.

It lies, abandoned on the floor, until the King comes (too late) to the aid of the city.

There are too few survivors, but they can ill afford to leave any supplies behind. And besides, Gil-Galad can recall his cousin placing a strange solemn honour upon the hunting horn.

It sits, unused, until the Sons of Earendil are returned to their king, whereupon it, aged and yet bearing a presence is returned to them.

There is little argument over which of them gets that piece of their father when it is time for them to separate. The elder twin takes it, as he took their foster father’s sword. The younger is content with a silver harp and the book of their mother’s herblore.

Elros takes it with him. A symbol of his House, and honour for his heir to bear.

Down it goes, down down down the generations until there is little but a drop of Numenorian blood left in its bearer.

It crosses oceans and continents and Ages of the World, survives battles and sieges and the falls of Great Cities and Great Kings until all that is left is a Steward upon his throne sending a son to find answers for a dream.

Finally, on the shores of a river, overlooked by statues of the Kings of Old, the horn is blown for the last time.

It is blown to summon aid, to draw attention, to allow those it’s bearer would protect the chance to escape.

It takes three arrows to take down the horn’s bearer, and the Falls of Rauros to finally grant the horn rest.

The Horn of Aredhel Maeglin Earendil Elros Numenor Gondor is no more.

The older I get the more I admire people who are earnestly, genuinely into whatever their thing is. I know it sounds like an annoying cliche but unless you're being cruel or hurtful there is really no need to be normal about things. The dude with the bad fake accent at the renaissance faire is having the time of his life. The people having photoshoots with their fashion dolls are loving it. The old lady with a yard unreasonably full of tacky ass lawn ornaments is having a blast, HOA be damned.

Don't waste your time being too cool to have fun, y'know?

BARBIE 2023 | dir. Greta Gerwig

i understand the appeal of publishing "fic with the serial numbers filed off" as original work but i also feel like. what makes something a good fic is at odds with what makes something a good original story.