The above examples have been provided with the authors' permission to demonstrate what these look like.
Basic rundown:
They are all 3 sentences long
Perfect grammar, capitalization, and punctuation
Like absolutely flawless English teacher-style writing with only a single exclamation mark, ever
No mentions whatsoever of character names, settings, situations, or anything that could be tied to the story
The usernames may be identical to people who exist on ao3, but the name is not clickable, and no profile is associated with it EXCEPT when you directly search for that name. What this means: the comments come from an unregistered (not logged in) reader, bots scrape the site for real usernames, attach that to the comment, and post
Please spread the word about this so authors can filter comments and report them accordingly
There has been some speculation about why this is happening at all, and the best guess is that this is a feature that AI-training story-scraping tools are implementing to try and make their browsing traffic look legitimate
I can’t get him out of my head
A small PSA to all those new to dealing with the porn bots that Tumblr now has a fresh wave of – I understand that when you go to report them, you want to report them as "[containing] sexually explicit material", but don't do that. Report them as spam instead.
These are spam bots flooding tags and the website in general with spam links. They often do not have anything sexually explicit on their blog (although they often have implicit material). Plus, these two reports get very different results. Reporting explicit material gets the bot slapped behind an 18+ wall, so minors can't check if they're a bot or not. Reporting spam gets the bot taken down.
Remember, folks: when dealing with a bot, report spam, not smut!
Y'all are pro life until that life isn't cishet. Then it's "God hates h0m0s" and "You're just confused"
You're pro life until that life gets shot up in a school (or a church, a park, a nightclub...). Then it's "Well, what a tragedy...but my desire to own an AR-15 that I use recreationally maybe once a year matters more than your life."
You're pro life until that life is disabled or neurodivergent. Then it's "Nobody should get special treatment" or "We don't have time for r*t*rded kids."
You're pro life until that life is an AFAB person's. Then it's "you should have kept your legs closed," "boys will be boys," "it's your fault that this happened, you should have covered up."
You're pro life until that life is brought into the world. Then it's "good luck in the foster care system," "try to make it as best you can in the streets or in an abusive household," and "it's your fault that your parents hate you, they never wanted you to be born"
You're pro life until life makes you uncomfortable. You're pro life until it inconveniences you. You're pro life until that life becomes an independent one that you can't control or use as leverage for your sick, bigoted regimes.
Imagine Sirius raising Harry. Lucius Malfoy would be so jealous. Sirius is basically a smarter, hotter, richer version of him.
What if all the Willy Wonka’s are the same Willy Wonka the only difference is they were raised by different parents.
cool trans girl at the skatepark that just fell and crotched herself on a rail: owwww... >_< the pain...
other cool trans girl: oh no! that looked like it hurt! do you need anything...?
cool trans girl: yeah... i need someone to kiss it better. =( preferably another girl. like, right here in the open too. and sloppily
Happy Valentines day everyone! I decided to make a comic about something I’ve wanted to talk about for a long time, which was my relationship with romance while being on the Aromantic spectrum. Sorry for the length, enjoy!
- you support trans kids under 18
- you support trans kids getting surgeries before 18
- you support trans kids starting hormone therapy before 18
When you get hurt do you also just relentlessly mess with what evers hurt like:
Me: I know this is trying to health but maybe if I mess with it it’ll health FASTER
*it only gets worse*
Me: let’s try that again