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HTML Email Accessibility Report 2025

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HTML Email Accessibility Report 2025

Some weekend reading on the heels of Global Accessibility Awareness Day (GAADM), which took place yesterday. The Email Markup Consortium (EMC) released its 2025 study on the accessibility in HTML emails, and the TL;DR is not totally dissimilar from what we heard from WebAIM’s annual web report:

This is the third full year for this report and we are disappointed to see the same issues as we have in previous years. The top 10 issues haven’t changed order since last year, apart from the addition of color contrast, which can be put down to a change in the testing and reporting.

The results come from an analysis of 443,585 emails collected from the past year. According to EMC, only 21 emails passed all accessibility checks — and they were all written by the same author representing two different brands. And, further, that author represents one of the companies that not only sponsors the study, but develops the automated testing tool powering the analysis.

Automated testing is the key here. That’s needed for a project looking at hundreds of thousands of emails, but it won’t surface everything, as noted:

Email that pass our checks may still have accessibility issues that we cannot pick up through automated testing. For example, we check if an alt attribute is present on an image, but we do not check if the text is suitable for that image in the context of that message.

The most common issues relate to internationalization, like leaving out the lang (96% of emails) and dir (98% of emails) attributes. But you’ll be familiar with most of what rounds up the top 10, because it lines up with WebAIM’s findings:

Links must have discernible text

Element has insufficient color contrast

Images must have alternate text

Link text should be descriptive

Links must be distinguishable without relying on color

I appreciate that the report sheds a light on what accessibility features are supported by specific email clients, such as Gmail. The report outlines a set of 20 HTML, CSS, and ARIA features they look for and found that only one email client (SFR Mail?) of the 44 evaluated supports all of the features. Apple Mail and Samsung Email are apparently close behind, but the other 41? Not so much.

AilSo, yeah. Email has a ways to go, like a small microcosm of the web itself.

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[feketeribizli]

just blocked like 50 empty/suspicious looking blogs so ill say this one more time. i dont care how incognito youre trying to be on the fandom app im begging you to change your pfp/header/title and write a little something in your bio because idgaf anymore. bot looking pages will be blocked

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A Walking Heroic History

"Besides,” Harry said, “It seems pretty simple to me. You were a git, and I hated you. Now you’re not a git, and I love you. Easy as that.” For @harryjamespotterweek 2023, Day 3 (Scars, Enemies to Lovers) Rated T, 1.2k words. Read on ao3 here

“What about this one?” Draco’s fingers, tacky with sea salt, caught on Harry’s skin, just above his hip.

“Third year. The Whomping Willow got me, I think, or maybe it was when I fell by the lake with the Dementors after that.”

Draco bent to place a gentle kiss on the scar, then his fingers continued their exploration up Harry’s side.

“This one?” he asked, pressing a small kiss to it preemptively, smirking when Harry twitched away, huffing out a laugh.

“That tickles.”

Draco did it again, just to make him squirm.

“Fell out of a tree when I was eight. I bounced when I hit the ground, but a branch caught me first.”

One last, tickling kiss, and Draco moved on again.

Over Harry’s shoulder - “I genuinely have no clue, I just noticed it one day in fifth year,” - down Harry’s arm - “Wormtail, in the cemetery, fourth year,” - all the way to his hand.

“Umbridge and her evil quill in fifth year.”

Draco linked their fingers and lay back, pulling Harry’s hand up to his mouth for another kiss, gritty with the sand stuck to his skin.

“We all wondered about that, you know,” Draco said, idly tracing the letters. “In Slytherin. We all knew you had cuts on the back of your hands Blaise even set up a betting pool on it.”

“Who won?”

“Daphne Greengrass. She asked a Gryffindor boy who had seen you in the common room and he told her. To hear her tell it, she seduced it out of him, but I suspect he didn’t see any reason not to answer her when she asked.”

Harry gave another small laugh, sun-warm and content, and after a moment, Draco continued.

“I am sorry, about all of that. I don’t think I mentioned that when I said- before. But I am sorry for the Inquisitorial Squad, and what she did to you.”

Harry gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “You don’t have to keep apologizing. I know.” In an even softer voice, he added, “I still remember what you said that first time. Besides,” Harry said, continuing on at his normal volume, “It seems pretty simple to me. You were a git, and I hated you. Now you’re not a git, and I love you. Easy as that.”

Draco squeezed his hand back, and Harry kissed his fingertips.

“Second year,” said Draco, and Harry hummed a question in response. “On my ring finger, on the side, near where you kissed, there’s a scar from second year.”

Harry sought it out, found it between Draco’s second and third knuckles, pointing to the place where Harry suspected he would put a ring someday in the near future. It was still too soon to be proposing, but Harry kissed the shiny silver scar, and then kissed the bottom of Draco’s finger too, as a placeholder for now.

“What happened?” Harry asked, “Did the Basilisk get you too?”

Draco elbowed him hard in the ribs.

“No. You did, actually.”

“What? When did I hurt you in second year?” Harry was sure he would have remembered attacking Draco in second year, not least of all because Draco would have thrown such a fit that everyone in Hogwarts would have surely remembered it.

“During the Dueling Club,” Draco said, his smug smile evident even in his voice.

“I did not!” Harry protested, sitting up so fast he flung sand into Draco’s face.

Draco tossed his head to flick the errant sand away, then opened his eyes looking incredibly pleased with himself.

“You did. You sent me flying back, and I scraped my finger on the ground.”

Harry couldn’t see his own face, but he was sure it looked as unimpressed as he felt.

“That’s hardly anything! How on earth did it scar? Why didn’t you have someone heal you? It can’t have been that bad, or else someone would have noticed the blood.”

“Well, it wasn’t that bad at first, Potter,” Draco drawled, so horribly self-satisfied Harry almost choked on it. “But you see, I hated you then, because you had refused my offer of friendship, and everyone thought you were the Heir of Slytherin, and I just couldn’t let any of that go. So, I didn’t let it heal, and kept making it worse, because you were my sworn enemy, and I wanted the burden of being marked by your cruel villainy for the rest of my life.”

Harry blinked down at him for a second, then said, “You’re insane.”

“I was twelve, everyone’s like that when they’re twelve,” Draco responded placidly, so sure of himself that Harry wanted to contradict him, wanted to tell him no, not everyone is like that when they’re twelve. But then, he remembered that he, Ron, and Hermione had spent the first half of that year brewing Polyjuice Potion because they were convinced Draco was the Heir of Slytherin, and the sheer hypocrisy of saying that made him pause.

Finally, he just kissed Draco’s petty little scar and let their hands fall back to the beach.

“Whatever you say, Draco.”

A few more moments passed in silence, both of them listening to the crash of the waves before Draco spoke again.

“I like them, you know. Your scars.”

Harry had known this for a while; Draco’s hands often sought them out as though they were there to mark the places Harry was meant to be held, pieced back together under a loving and careful touch.

“I don’t like that you had to suffer to get them, of course,” Draco continued, thumb stroking over the back of Harry’s hand as if to read the words carved there through touch alone. “I truly am sorry about that, even about the hurts I didn’t cause. But I like history, I always have, and growing up I liked stories about heroes best of all. And you, you’re a walking heroic history, and I like seeing that. Of course, it also reminds me that you’re a reckless, self-sacrificing moron on occasion too, but I feel that’s just a reminder that you need to keep me around so at least one of us is looking out for you.”

And then, never one to want attention paid to him after being too nice, Draco put his head on Harry’s shoulder and indicated with every fibre of his being that their conversation was now over, and he was going to relax for the rest of the afternoon.

Harry intended to do the same, letting the sound of the waves, the steady rise and fall of Draco’s breath, and the rhythmic carding of his fingers through Draco’s hair soothe him. But, at the same time, he found he couldn’t help but turn over Draco’s words in his mind.

Harry had never really thought much about his body before - it had always done what he had needed it to do, and it hadn’t hindered him, parts/he had never had cause to contemplate himself in the way Draco clearly had. Harry supposed, if pressed, he would say that he liked how much he resembled his parents, the first people ever to love him, and the first people he lost, living on a bit through him. But hearing how Draco thought about him, what he liked about the scar on Harry that had just seemed like collateral damage in a much bigger fight, that made Harry re-evaluate his own blind neutrality.

He pulled Draco’s hand to his mouth to kiss his precious little scar again, and Draco, napping lightly beside him, moved his hand to cover the scar on Harry’s chest, and smiled in his sleep.

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i should go back to emailing my friends. man was not meant for correspondence broken up by 2000 characters limits. discord app stay loosing

[catnpc]

another day another rejection from an employer. to be honest what if i just killed myself and emailed my suicide note to every company that rejected me 13 reasons why style

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Using the mouse nub on a laptop but like in an intimate, sensual way.

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i somehow lost 3 self ship posts and my bakugou masterlist lmao i swear i added them to my queue n theyre not in my drafts........

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