my bot sniping criteria at this point, checked in order
1) followed me without interacting with my posts (lately real life humans have also started doing this and I BEG: please start liking the posts you like again! you’re interfering with my bot sniping!)
2) a username that isnt a coherent statement (ie vanesadsjfsh345 vs suckmygiantballs. one of these is a pornbot and it’s not the nsfw one)
3) real life photo as an avatar (basically the end of the line, busted fucko. i dont check anything else after seeing this. literally no-one alive on tumblr has a swimsuit model photo as an avatar, and if they do, they deserve the friendly fire)
additional clues, not in order:
- no posting history by an obviously real life human with opinions and interests (although, many who don’t are still people, so this is not real proof)
- no blog description characteristic of an actual tumblr user (again, lots of people don’t do these at all. though there ARE blog descriptions characteristic exclusively of porn bots. hot singles in your area and so on)
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Tumblr newbies, I love you but I'm also losing my goddamned patience lol. The amount of times I see new users complaining when they get caught with their pants down because people, on the sharing site, interacted with or reblogged their seemingly normal posts is an annoying amount. And don't get me started on newbies then coming into people's inbox or messages about it.
On your post, go to the dots or the cog. See that "who can reblog? anyone" thing? Yeah, set that to no one. If you really do not want people reblogging your post, please set it that way rather than just expecting people to magically know not to use one of the site's features. It won't stop people from being able to like it though or leave comments.
And if you want less people seeing your post, use personalized tags, not popular ones tons of people will browse like the art or writing tag, and put things like dashes in the names of fandoms or characters. (Ex: Mord/ecai or lack-a-daisy).
All that said, this does not change the main issue. For the love of all that is holy STOP USING TUMBLR, THE SITE THAT RUNS ON INTERACTION, FOR NO INTERACTION BLOGS! That's like trying to use a strainer to try to keep the water in, it probably won't work as well as just getting a private website or Discord server or something. Especially if you do not know how to use Tumblr yet. I can't stop anyone from doing anything, of course, but a social media site is just not a good place for "I only want offsite people to see this, and I'd hate if anyone so much as interacted with it".
Clicking the arrow next to post now and selecting post privately makes it so only you can see your posts but, again, that won't work if you want just one specific person to see it:
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Information for new users that I haven't really seen included in these advice posts so far:
If you seem to be getting mixed messages about likes and reblogs, there are a few things that might be contributing to your confusion.
1) Reblog and repost are not interchangeable words!
Reblogging is when you use the site's built-in feature to share someone else's post with your followers. This is generally considered supportive and you can't really go wrong with it. Just don't reblog people's random-ass personal posts for no reason I guess?
Reposting is just what we call stealing, basically. Like when you download an image someone posted and upload it yourself. This is why you'll see "do not repost" messages and angry posts about reposting. They are not talking about reblogging.
2) Strongly worded negative posts about likes are usually made by artists and other original content creators who are frustrated that their posts aren't being shared. Likes don't "do nothing", that's an overstatement, but they do practically nothing to increase visibility on here. Don't overthink it, just keep in mind that artists in particular thrive on visibility and you're not contributing to that when you like without reblogging. Support your favourite artists!
3) Yeah, we threaten to make each other's posts go viral on here. That doesn't mean reblogs aren't still appreciated like 99% of the time (again excepting personal ramblings), it's just that once a certain threshold has been reached, chaos tends to ensue. We have the option to turn off reblogs now if we really don't want to deal with that, so just hit that reblog button and don't worry about it.
Basically, I promise you the OP of a 37-note joke will most likely appreciate every reblog and every like.
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Hey my lovely, could i equest a blurb where reader seeks one of spencer's hugs and he's all soft and mushy about it!! I just think he'd give really warm hugs and want one so bad!
shy!reader + post!prison Spencer have a hug
Spencer understands why you might find him intimidating. He did go to prison for a few weeks, and even if the idea of his being a potential felon didn’t scare you, there’s nothing wrong with being nervous around the unknown. You’ve had a few more weeks to get to know the others on the team. He tries not to take it personally that you’re closer with some of them than you are him.
Plus, you’re awfully shy.
Spencer’s been trying to communicate that he’s an idiot. He was shy, once, and he tends to be shy about things now, too, even if he’s taken to hiding that. He hides a lot, these days.
But things aren’t hopeless with you. You’re inarguably his best work friend now that Morgan’s not around, taking the desk next to his —through coincidence or insistence, he has no idea.
“What flavour do you have today?” he asks.
You show him your bag. The convenience store outside of work has the strangest sweets from all sorts of places. You’ve been bringing in a different bag each day, and you always share. “Today is apricot and peach ‘millions’,” you tell him, shaking the bright pink bag like a rattle.
Inside, the millions bounce against each other like miniscule polystyrene balls but with a heavier weight.
“Awesome!” he says, holding out his hand. “Please?”
You rip the corner and tip a generous helping of candies into his palm, doing the same in your own hand. “Ready?” you ask.
“Three, two, one.”
You both tip your heads back at the same time. Apricot and peach are similar flavours, and Spencer can’t tell the difference when they’re both in play. He can also taste apple juice and the sharp citric acid flavour they put in every candy.
He can’t tell if you like them. He quite enjoys it, will happily eat the leftovers if you’re not interested, but your attention isn’t on the candy when he looks up. You’re staring straight at him.
“What?” he asks, perturbed.
“Nothing, just. Had a rough morning. Thanks for trying the candy with me.”
He frowns. “I’m sorry. Let me know if there’s something I can do to make you feel better. I can make you a cup of hot chocolate?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
Spencer’s sure that to an outsider, he and the team appear to travel to a hundred cities a month. In reality, cases aren’t as densely packed, especially with the government expanding their profiling teams, and the majority of Spencer’s day is spent answering emails and giving advice to agents, law enforcement, and his colleagues. He doesn’t see much of you (where you’re forced to work ViCAP calibration as newbies usually are, almost like a hazing) but he does take you that hot chocolate around lunch time. Just to make sure you have the option.
It’s sometime past four PM when you appear again.
“Hey,” he says, turning to you where you’re paused behind your desk chair, “you're finally done?”
“Not yet. So many case files to transcribe, opinions to cross check, signatures and…” You wince. “It’s a lot. You already know.”
“I don’t, actually. I only ever had to do ViCAP as punishment, and I was extremely well-behaved. For a while, anyway.”
You hesitate with something heavy on the tip of your tongue. You’re like every profiler wherein your tells are self-identified and quelled, but you’re still so new, and Spencer’s an expert. You want to ask him for something, but you don’t think you’re allowed. If he presses the issue you’ll shut down, and if he offers you another cup of hot chocolate you’ll simply drink it without letting him in on the real secret.
Spencer waits.
“Spencer, you don’t have to say yes, just… You’re the nicest friend I have, and you always know what I need to hear. Um, I know you don’t like touching people and I wouldn’t ask you to if you don’t want to, but it’s been a really long time since someone hugged me, and…” Your voice gets quieter and quieter, until you’re whispering, and then fizzling out.
“You want a hug?” he asks, surprised.
“If that’s okay.”
“I give really good hugs,” he warns, climbing from his chair immediately, arms opened, an unmissable invitation. “You’ll never get over it.”
“Really?”
He can’t believe you came to him specifically for a hug. He’s gonna lose his mind. Gentle, Spencer ushers you into his arms, head quick to duck down, his thumb on your shoulder.
You could’ve asked anybody in the office for a hug. Penelope would have hugged your brains out. Emily, Unit Chief and secret sweetheart, would’ve taken you off of ViCAP and given you a loving pat on the back. But you didn’t ask Penelope or Emily, you asked him.
“You don’t have to ask me first,” he says quietly.
“You don’t like touching.”
“That’s more to do with germs, and I’m not worried about yours,” he says. “Unless you’re about to tell me you have a headache.”
“It’s like this pounding behind my eyes,” you say with a laugh.
Spencer smiles, his mouth and nose to the side of your head. He gives you a good ten seconds of quiet, his palm warming your shoulder, before he murmurs, “Any better?”
“You’re really warm,” you murmur back.
Spencer resists the urge to squeeze you. “It's the oxytocin.”
“Or you’re just really, really warm.”
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