#html scraping

[ritoryb]

hii!! i love your blog and your theme! and your art! okay that's all

Aaaah thanks!

I should finish my theme sometime :'D But there'll always be more art!

[ekdsc]

this was all because someone told him chatgpt could look at tweets and he got incredibly mad that they weren't paying for API access btw

[ashendalia]

I think forums and personal websites should make a comeback

[anthyies]

they need to make a database where you can pick character(s) and get a list of every comic they’re both/all in. someone listen to my vision

[iwebscrapingblogs]

Html Page Scraping Services, Web Page Scrape

In today's digital age, data is the new gold. Businesses and individuals alike are continuously seeking ways to harness the vast amounts of information available on the web. One of the most effective methods for extracting this data is through HTML page scraping. In this comprehensive guide, we'll delve into the world of web page scraping services, explore their benefits, and provide insights on how you can leverage them for your needs.

What is HTML Page Scraping?

HTML page scraping, also known as web scraping or web harvesting, is the process of extracting data from websites. This involves parsing the HTML of a web page to retrieve useful information, which can then be analyzed, stored, or utilized in various ways. Web scraping is typically performed using automated tools or scripts that can quickly gather large amounts of data from multiple sources.

The Importance of Web Page Scraping Services

Web page scraping services have become increasingly popular due to the sheer volume of data available online. These services offer several advantages:

Automated Data Collection: Scraping services automate the tedious process of data collection, saving time and effort. This is particularly useful for businesses that need to gather information from multiple sources regularly.

Real-Time Data Access: With scraping services, you can access real-time data updates. This is crucial for industries like finance, e-commerce, and market research, where timely information is key to making informed decisions.

Competitive Analysis: By scraping competitors' websites, businesses can gain insights into their strategies, pricing, and product offerings. This helps in staying ahead of the competition.

Market Research: Web scraping allows for the collection of vast amounts of data for market research purposes. This includes customer reviews, product trends, and industry news, providing valuable insights for strategic planning.

Content Aggregation: For bloggers and content creators, scraping services can be used to aggregate content from various sources, ensuring that your platform stays updated with the latest information.

How Do HTML Page Scraping Services Work?

Web scraping services use various techniques to extract data from websites. Here are some common methods:

HTML Parsing: This involves analyzing the HTML structure of a web page to locate and extract specific data. Tools like BeautifulSoup (Python) and Cheerio (JavaScript) are commonly used for HTML parsing.

Web Crawlers: Web crawlers or spiders systematically browse the web, indexing pages and following links to gather data. These crawlers can be configured to target specific websites or data types.

APIs: Some websites provide APIs (Application Programming Interfaces) that allow for direct data access. While not technically scraping, using APIs can be a more efficient way to gather data from compliant sites.

Headless Browsers: Headless browsers like Puppeteer and Selenium simulate real user interactions with websites. They can navigate complex web pages, execute JavaScript, and capture dynamic content that may not be accessible through simple HTML parsing.

Choosing the Right Web Page Scraping Service

When selecting a web page scraping service, consider the following factors:

Ease of Use: Look for services that offer user-friendly interfaces and require minimal technical knowledge. Some platforms provide visual scraping tools that allow you to point and click to extract data.

Scalability: Ensure that the service can handle large volumes of data and scale with your needs. This is particularly important for businesses that require extensive data collection.

Data Quality: The accuracy and reliability of the extracted data are crucial. Choose services that offer robust data cleaning and validation features to ensure high-quality results.

Compliance: Be aware of the legal and ethical considerations surrounding web scraping. Choose services that comply with relevant regulations and respect website terms of service.

Support and Documentation: Opt for services that provide comprehensive documentation and responsive customer support. This will help you troubleshoot issues and maximize the benefits of the service.

Popular Web Page Scraping Tools and Services

Several tools and services cater to various web scraping needs. Here are a few popular options:

BeautifulSoup: A Python library for parsing HTML and XML documents. It's great for beginners and offers powerful data extraction capabilities.

Scrapy: An open-source web crawling framework for Python. It's highly customizable and suitable for large-scale scraping projects.

Octoparse: A visual scraping tool that allows you to extract data without coding. It's user-friendly and offers cloud-based scraping services.

ParseHub: Another visual scraping tool that supports complex scraping scenarios. It can handle dynamic content and provides easy-to-use features.

Diffbot: An AI-powered web scraping service that uses machine learning to extract data. It offers API access and is ideal for developers.

Conclusion

HTML page scraping services have revolutionized the way we access and utilize web data. Whether you're a business looking to gain a competitive edge, a researcher seeking valuable insights, or a content creator in need of fresh information, web scraping can be a powerful tool in your arsenal. By understanding the basics of web scraping and choosing the right service, you can unlock the full potential of the vast data available online.

[circumference-pie]

thank god for 小说名txt searches

[jbird-the-manwich]

i have scraped culpepers compleat physician and made a database of the plants mentioned and their planetary associations as given in the text.

it is available as a single html page for offline reference in a browser:

and JSON (more formats soon) on github:

[autisticandroids]

quick guide on backing up your tumblr from someone who has tried it various ways over the years

so, you noticed that tumblr is so understaffed that they didn't even do april fools this year and you're thinking of backing up your tumblr. maybe even using tumblr's built-in export function.

there are plenty of third party apps that will scrape your blog and grab all the posts. tumblr-utils is one that i have used historically to great effect. another option here. or find your own.

however, if you want to save your dms and asks, you need to use tumblr's export function.

first go to your blog settings and click export blog. you'll get an email when it finishes exporting. this may take a couple days.

now, my blog's file was about 400GB. that's almost half a terabyte. it's a lot of data. there's no way to shrink it or only download parts. it also will not tell you how big the file is going to be. my blog has ~250k posts and another 5k unanswered asks. and yours will probably scale with that.

(this is a good reason to use third party scrapers instead, by the by. tumblr-utils at least allows you to 1) download only your own original posts and not reblogs, 2) download only text and not media, and 3) download in batches not all at once. you're not forced to take the whole thing, which is a lot of data. the html result from tumblr utils is also more usable than the one from tumblr as well).

anyway. the first thing you'll want to do is make sure you choose what folder something downloads to. you do NOT want half a terabyte in your downloads folder. you want it going straight to an external drive. you can set firefox to open a little "save as" dialogue box everytime you download something, which honestly i would recommend doing anyway. or you can use a download manager like jdownloader, which will also help in other ways. though personally i found that jdownloader seemed to choke on the fact that tumblr doesn't tell you the size of the download, and that meant i couldn't interrupt the download or jdownloader would assume it was done.

second is just. make sure your external drive is big enough. i ended up literally bailing out files onto other random thumb drives because i only had about 250GB free on my external drive when i started downloading.

third. turn off your computer's ability to sleep. if you've got a pc that should be in the control panel under power settings. it should say power plan. my blog took about 15 hours to download. i had to just let my computer sit there downloading, and my computer needed to not go to sleep.

fourth, i would recommend using an ethernet cable if you have one. that will make it go faster.

you should get a file. though my computer literally choked on mine and i had to open it with 7zip because the zip file didn't quite work.

honestly if you're willing to spend an unreasonable amount of time and storage space on this i would recommend grabbing the tumblr native backup and then also using tumblr utils and scarping the text, then using the tumblr utils version of the text. my suspicion is that you can just grab the media folder from the tumblr export download and dump it into the tumblr utils folder and you'll be good. tumblr utils handles the text posts way better and more accessibly.

another space saving option is to just literally delete the media folder. or to delete the media in the folder that's not labeled "conversations," since the stuff labeled "conversations" is media that was sent in your dms and you may want to save that.

tumblr export WILL give you all you dms (including with deactivated users and users you have blocked and who have blocked you) and it will also give you unanswered asks (again including from deactivated users etc). probably also submissions and possibly also old fanmail, i haven't checked. i have not figured out yet whether you get your draft posts. if you do they're not in their own folder they're just mixed in with the rest.

the html formatting, however, is dogshit. even of the dms. the dm conversations are literally presented backwards.

[cup1drul3z]

★ — Thats MY girl | CH 6

4.0ᴋ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ | ᴄᴇᴏ!ꜱᴇᴠɪᴋᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

CW : Age gap if you squint, PLUS SIZED READER, power kink, cheating, modern au, new york, assistant reader, readers a little awkward but we love her anyway, sugar mommy, SMUT, fingering, cunninglings, strap, bondage, lingerie, angst, pregnancy

A/N : I did the number wrong in the html maker so now its a different color

The message still lingers on your phone screen.

You’re not alone.

Your fingers tremble as you lock it and shove it deep into your bag like burying it might make it disappear.

But your pulse doesn’t slow.

Across the office, Sevika’s still walking toward you. Casual. Calm. Like she doesn’t know anything’s wrong.

Because she doesn’t.

Not yet.

You push out of the chair so fast it skids back with a loud scrape.

“Hey,” she calls, her voice low and curious. “You good?”

You nod too fast. “Yeah—I just—bathroom.”

Before she can say anything else, you turn and walk off, not too fast, but fast enough that you can feel her eyes on your back the whole way.

You duck into the bathroom, lock the door, and brace your hands against the sink.

You don’t even look at yourself in the mirror.

You just breathe.

Try to, anyway.

You squeeze your eyes shut, jaw clenched, chest tight.

You weren’t hallucinating.

That was your apartment door.

That was you in that photo.

Someone was there.

Watching.

And now they know more than they should.

You turn on the sink and splash cold water on your face, biting the inside of your cheek until you taste blood.

You don’t cry.

You can’t.

Instead, you whisper to yourself—

“I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay.”

But deep down?

You’re not.

Because this isn’t a random message.

This isn’t a prank.

This is someone who knows exactly what they’re doing.

There’s a knock on the bathroom door.

“Hey,” Jinx calls, her voice muffled but concerned. “You okay in there? You kinda stormed off like–.”

You take a shaky breath.

Then unlock the door and yank her inside before she can finish the joke.

“Whoa—” she stumbles in, startled. “Okay, wow. Ambush therapy session?”

You lock the door behind her.

She immediately sobers.

“...You’re not okay,” she says, tone dropping. “What happened?”

You grab your phone, hands still shaking, and pull up the photo messages. Your thumb hovers for a second—like showing her will make it real.

Then you hand it to her.

She scrolls through slowly.

The café photo. Your apartment door.

Then the message.

You’re not alone.

Jinx doesn’t say anything for a second.

Then: “...Okay, I’m not gonna lie. That’s fucked up.”

You nod, hugging your arms.

“How long ago did you get these?”

“Right before you came over.”

“And you haven’t told Sevika?”

Your silence answers for you.

Jinx stares at you like you’ve grown another head. “What the hell are you waiting for? You don’t just not tell your hot crime boss girlfriend when you’re getting stalked—!”

“I’m not telling her,” you cut in sharply.

Jinx blinks. “...Why the hell not?”

You rub your eyes with the heel of your hand, jaw tight. “Because if I do… she’ll kill them.”

Jinx stares at you, lips parting like she wants to argue—but then slowly closes her mouth.

You continue, voice low. “I’ve never seen her like that, but I’ve seen enough. She’d lose it. She wouldn’t stop. And I’m not trying to drag her into something that’ll ruin her life just to protect mine.”

Jinx leans against the sink, arms crossed.

“So you’re protecting her… by keeping yourself in danger?”

“I’m not in danger. Yet.”

“That’s a really optimistic ‘yet,’ babe.”

You both fall quiet.

Then Jinx exhales and mutters, “Sevika’s gonna explode when she finds out you didn’t tell her.”

You nod once. “I know.”

You look at her, eyes burning.

“But if this gets worse—I mean really worse—you’re the one I’m calling first.”

Jinx stares at you.

Then nods.

“Deal.”

The rest of the day crawls.

You keep your head down, fingers glued to the keyboard, pretending every email you send is more urgent than the thoughts crawling around in your skull.

You try to breathe normally. Try not to look at your phone. Try to tell yourself the cameras in the ceiling aren’t pointed at you.

No one notices.

Or so you think.

You make it through a meeting, half a spreadsheet, and a painfully long slideshow review. Everything feels too loud, too bright, too exposed.

But you keep going.

Because working feels better than thinking.

You’re in the middle of reviewing vendor receipts when a shadow falls over your desk.

You don’t register it.

Not until a hand gently touches your shoulder.

You flinch hard.

You spin around, eyes wide, heart in your throat—

It’s Sevika.

She pulls her hand back immediately, eyes narrowing. “Hey—whoa. It’s just me.”

You’re already standing, taking a shaky breath. “Sorry. I didn’t… I didn’t hear you.”

Her brows knit.

“You okay?”

You nod too fast. “Yeah, just… focused. Didn’t sleep great.”

She studies you, gaze dropping briefly to your hands—shaking slightly where they grip the back of your chair.

“You sure?”

You force a smile.

“Positive.”

She doesn’t look convinced.

But she doesn’t push—yet.

“Alright,” she says finally. “Let me know if you need to step out or something.”

“Thanks,” you say, voice barely above a whisper.

She walks off, slow and still watching you from the corner of her eye.

And when she’s gone, you sit back down.

Hands still trembling.

Chest still tight.

And you realize—

This isn’t going away.

You’re curled up on the couch, lights dimmed, TV playing something you’ve already stopped paying attention to. The screen flickers across your face in soft, disconnected colors.

You’re trying to relax.

Trying to breathe.

You keep checking the time.

Sevika’s supposed to stop by soon—said she’d bring takeout. Said you could “pretend to be normal together.”

And for a few minutes, it feels like that might be possible.

Until your phone buzzes.

Your stomach drops before you even look at it.

You know.

Unknown number.

You hesitate.

Then swipe.

It’s another photo.

This one’s taken from just outside your window.

Through the curtain.

You’re in it—blurry, grainy, but it’s you on the couch, phone in hand, legs pulled up under you.

Taken tonight.

Taken minutes ago.

Your blood runs cold.

Another message follows:

You look better when you’re alone.

You shoot to your feet, heart hammering so loud you can barely hear the TV anymore.

Your hands are shaking as you back away from the window—just a few inches. Like that’ll help.

You fumble for your phone, heart thudding in your ears.

You want to call Jinx.

You want to scream.

But before you can decide—

There’s a knock at the door.

You freeze.

Stare at it.

One beat.

Then another.

“Hey,” Sevika’s voice calls, muffled through the wood. Calm. Normal. “It’s me.”

You don’t move.

You look at the phone in your hand.

Then the door.

Then the window.

You take a deep breath.

Then another.

And unlock the door with trembling fingers.

Sevika stands there, takeout bag in hand, dressed in dark slacks and a jacket she probably hasn’t taken off since she left the office. Her brows lift the moment she sees your face.

“You okay?”

You nod. “Yeah,” you lie. “Just tired.”

She eyes you a second longer, lips parting like she’s about to question it—but then she steps inside.

You shut the door quickly behind her. Lock it.

One, two clicks.

You feel her gaze on your back.

When you turn around, you’re already moving closer to her—too close, maybe. Not quite touching, but close enough that she pauses mid-step.

You don’t explain.

You just… need to be near her.

The scent of her cologne grounds you.

The soft rustle of her jacket as she shifts her weight makes your breath come easier.

Sevika watches you carefully.

“You sure you’re okay?”

You look up at her.

And your voice comes out softer than you expect. “Can we just… sit for a bit?”

She doesn’t ask questions.

She sets the food down on the counter without looking away from you and nods. “Yeah. Course.”

You follow her to the couch, closer than usual, and when she sits, you slide right beside her—your thigh pressed against hers, your hand barely brushing her knee.

She glances at the contact.

Then at you.

But she doesn’t pull away.

She just leans back.

Arm stretching over the back of the couch—right behind your shoulders.

“I’m here,” she says, not loud. Not soft.

Just true.

And you nod, staring at your phone face-down on the coffee table.

Still silent.

But still watched.

The sunlight streaming through the window is soft and golden, warm against your bare legs as you stretch under the blanket. Sevika is still asleep next to you, her arm slung lazily across your stomach, her breathing steady.

For a moment, everything is quiet.

Still.

Safe.

Your phone buzzes on the nightstand.

You flinch.

Sevika stirs slightly but doesn’t wake.

You lean over and grab the phone.

Unknown Number Voicemail: 1 New Missed Call: Westview Mental Health

Your stomach turns.

You slip out of bed quietly, heart pounding as you answer the number when it buzzes again.

A nurse answers. Gentle. Professional.

“Hi, this is Meredith from Westview. I’m calling about your mother—Marie.”

You sigh, already rubbing your forehead. “Yeah, no. Look, I’ve told you people before—I want nothing to do with her. She made her choices—”

“She’s dying,” the nurse cuts in softly.

You freeze.

“I—what?”

“Her long-term addiction’s taken a toll on her body and brain,” she explains. “There’s cognitive decline. Organ damage. Her body’s shutting down. We don’t know how long she has.”

You swallow hard, suddenly cold.

“She’s been asking about you,” the nurse adds after a pause. “Every day. Keeps asking when you’ll come. She keeps calling it her ‘final visit.’”

You say nothing.

You can’t.

“She doesn’t have many moments of clarity left,” the nurse says gently. “But when she does, it’s you. Over and over.”

There’s a long silence.

You barely whisper your next words. “...Why now?”

“I don’t think she knows what time means anymore,” the nurse replies. “But I think she knows she doesn’t have much of it left.”

You don’t even realize your hands are shaking until the phone slips a little in your grip.

You end the call.

You stand there in the doorway to the kitchen, sunlight still brushing your shoulder like nothing’s changed.

But everything has.

Behind you, you hear the rustle of sheets.

Then Sevika’s voice—still groggy, half-asleep.

“Babe?”

You don’t answer.

You just stare at the wall.

And feel like you’re seventeen again.

You stay standing in the kitchen for a long moment, back turned to the bedroom, the phone still in your hand.

You hear the creak of the mattress as Sevika sits up.

“Babe?” she calls again, more alert now.

You turn slowly.

She’s there in the doorway, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, her hair a mess

She sees your face.

And everything in her softens.

You take a shaky breath.

“My mom’s dying.”

The words fall out flat. Numb. Like they’ve already been said a thousand times in your head.

Sevika doesn’t rush toward you. Doesn’t say “I’m sorry” or “What happened?”

She just watches. Waits.

Your voice cracks on the next part.

“She’s in the mental institution still. They called this morning.”

Sevika nods once. “What do you need?”

That question almost breaks you.

You look down, lip trembling.

Then back at her.

“Can you come with me?” you ask quietly. “I just… I don’t want to be alone.”

There’s a pause.

But only because Sevika’s already crossing the room, closing the distance, taking your hand in hers.

“Of course,” she says, no hesitation. “You’re not going through that alone. Not ever.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding.

She squeezes your hand.

And for the first time in years—maybe your whole life—

You’re not walking into your mother’s world alone.

You stay standing in the kitchen for a long moment, back turned to the bedroom, the phone still in your hand.

You hear the creak of the mattress as Sevika sits up.

“Babe?” she calls again, more alert now.

You turn slowly.

She’s there in the doorway, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, her hair a mess, one of your oversized T-shirts clinging loose to her frame.

She sees your face.

And everything in her softens.

You take a shaky breath.

“My mom’s dying.”

The words fall out flat. Numb. Like they’ve already been said a thousand times in your head.

Sevika doesn’t rush toward you. Doesn’t say “I’m sorry” or “What happened?”

She just watches. Waits.

Your voice cracks on the next part.

“She’s in the mental institution still. They called this morning.”

Sevika nods once. “What do you need?”

That question almost breaks you.

You look down, lip trembling.

Then back at her.

“Can you come with me?” you ask quietly. “I just… I don’t want to be alone.”

There’s a pause.

But only because Sevika’s already crossing the room, closing the distance, taking your hand in hers.

“Of course,” she says, no hesitation. “You’re not going through that alone. Not ever.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding.

She squeezes your hand.

And for the first time in years—maybe your whole life—

You’re not walking into your mother’s world alone.

The nurse leads you and Sevika down a quiet hallway. The walls are pale blue, the air sterile, humming faintly with the buzz of too many fluorescent lights.

Your stomach flips with every step.

Room 213.

You hesitate at the door.

Sevika touches your back—light, steady.

You nod once.

And push it open.

The room smells like lavender air freshener and something faintly metallic. It’s dim. Peaceful in the most unsettling way.

And it’s filled with porcelain bunnies.

Dozens of them.

Lined on the windowsill. The nightstand. A few stacked awkwardly on the edge of a bookshelf. Some are chipped. One is missing an eye. All of them stare with those glossy, painted-on eyes like they know something.

You freeze in the doorway.

She’s in a wheelchair by the window.

Thin.

Pale.

But sitting up straight, cardigan wrapped around her narrow shoulders like armor.

She turns when she hears the door.

And smiles.

“There’s my girl,” she says, voice raspy, too bright.

You swallow, stepping inside.

Sevika stays right behind you.

Your mother’s eyes scan your face, then trail to Sevika—lingering.

Then she frowns slightly. “Where’s your boyfriend? The soft one.”

You pause.

Then clear your throat.

“We… broke up.”

“Oh.”

You glance at Sevika, then back at your mom.

“I’m with her now,” you say, quiet but firm.

Your mom doesn’t react at first.

Then—

“Good.”

You blink.

“What?”

She shifts in the wheelchair slightly, fingers fidgeting with the corner of her blanket.

“That boy always reminded me of William,” she says. “When we were teenagers.”

You feel your stomach drop.

Her tone is offhand. Nostalgic, even. Like she’s remembering an old movie—not your father.

You glance at Sevika. Her jaw is tight, but she says nothing.

Your mom keeps staring out the window.

“He was sweet, at first,” she adds. “Always wanted to touch. Always wanted to control. Thought he was in love. He only hit me after we moved in together.”

You stand frozen.

Silent.

“She never talks like this,” the nurse whispers from behind you. “This is the clearest she’s been in weeks.”

Your mom looks at you again.

Smile too small. Too calm.

“I’m glad he’s gone,” she says. “I wouldn’t want you ending up like me.”

You force yourself to speak.

“...I’m not.”

But your voice trembles.

Because you’re not sure who she’s talking about anymore—your dad, your ex...

Or herself.

Your mother shifts in her chair again, her fingers fumbling with a folder tucked into the pocket of her blanket.

“I’ve been waiting to give you this,” she says, her voice suddenly clearer than it has any right to be. “Didn’t want the nurses to mail it.”

She pulls out a worn envelope—yellowed at the edges, creased like it’s been opened and resealed a dozen times. She holds it out to you with shaking fingers.

You hesitate.

Then take it.

The paper feels heavier than it should.

You open it slowly.

Inside: a will. Signed. Dated. Official.

And your name—typed cleanly in all caps under the words SOLE BENEFICIARY.

Your heart pounds as your eyes scan the document.

“Wait…” you whisper.

“She left you the house,” Sevika says beside you, reading over your shoulder.

You swallow hard. “The house?”

Your mother nods. “It’s yours now. I had the deed transferred.”

Your hands start to tremble again.

“That house is…” you trail off, unable to finish the sentence.

A graveyard of memories.

Fist-shaped dents in drywall. Screams behind closed doors. A gunshot in the middle of the night that rewired your entire life.

You stare at the will like it might disappear if you blink hard enough.

“I don’t want it,” you whisper.

“It’s still yours,” your mother says simply.

Like it’s a kindness.

Like it’s a gift.

You’re still staring at the will when your mother speaks again.

Her voice is lower now. Slower. Like she knows she’s dragging you somewhere you don’t want to go.

“It hasn’t been emptied.”

Your head lifts.

“What?”

“The house,” she clarifies, turning her gaze back to the window. “No one’s lived there since that night. The police cleared the body… but no one touched anything else.”

Your throat goes dry.

She keeps going, like she’s telling you what groceries she forgot to buy.

“Your room’s still the way you left it. Posters. Clothes. The crack in the mirror. It’s all there.”

You feel like the floor might drop out from under you.

“All of it?” you whisper.

She nods slowly. “All of it.”

You can’t breathe.

“I couldn’t go back,” she continues, as if that explains everything. “And no one else would. So it just… stayed like that.”

You glance down at the will again.

That house.

That night.

Every scream etched into the drywall.

And now it’s yours.

Like a haunted time capsule no one else was willing to open.

Your mother looks back at you.

“I thought maybe you’d want it.”

You don’t answer.

Because you don’t know what’s worse—

That she kept it for you.

Or that part of you does want to see what’s still there.

You don’t say anything.

Not right away.

You just hold the will in your lap and stare down at it, the weight of her words crashing into your chest like a slow, rising tide.

The silence stretches.

Sevika shifts beside you, her voice low. “Hey…”

You look at her.

Your eyes are too still. Too wide.

She studies your face. “You okay?”

You swallow thickly, and then—smile.

It’s small, too polished, too practiced.

“I’m fine.”

It’s a lie.

She knows it.

But she doesn’t call you out—not here. Not now.

Your mom doesn’t seem to notice. Or maybe she just doesn’t care.

Instead, she reaches again into the pouch tucked beneath the blanket on her lap, and pulls out another envelope—this one sealed neatly with handwriting scrawled across the front in looping cursive.

“From your father’s side,” she says simply. “They sent it here a couple weeks ago. I didn’t want to open it.”

Your breath catches.

You take it with careful fingers.

The envelope smells faintly of dust and old perfume. Like it came from someone who still irons their Sunday shirts and keeps photos in albums.

You open it slowly.

Inside: a typed letter.

You scan it.

“We’d love to see you, sweetheart. It’s been too long. The family reunion is this july, and you’re more than welcome. We miss you. Your cousins still talk about that Fourth of July in the backyard. You’re always part of this family, no matter what happened.”

And then—

At the bottom, in smaller print:

“Please understand, we’re keeping this invitation between us. We don’t want your mother involved.”

Your hands tighten around the page.

The words blur for a moment before you blink them back into focus.

Sevika watches you closely, waiting for something—anything.

But you just smile again.

Same hollow curve of your lips.

You fold the letter. Slide it back into the envelope.

And say nothing.

Because somehow, this hurts more than anything your mother’s said today.

The drive home is quiet.

At first.

Sevika tries.

She talks about a board meeting being pushed, some new intern that almost accidentally deleted half the HR server, and how Mel’s been on her ass about quarterly reports like she doesn’t already handle half the company blindfolded.

You don’t respond.

You nod occasionally.

Maybe give a hum in the right places.

But you're not hearing her.

The letter still sits in your bag like a bomb waiting to go off.

The will.

The bunnies.

The smell of your mom’s room.

Your hands are folded in your lap, nails digging into your palm with every turn of the wheel.

Sevika glances at you, notices the way your eyes stay glued to the window, unfocused.

You haven’t said a word since you left.

Then—

At the next intersection, she slows at the stop sign.

And your voice breaks the silence.

“Take a left.”

Sevika glances over. “What?”

You don’t look at her. “Just take it.”

She hesitates.

Then makes the turn.

The road narrows, lined with trees now, familiar but suffocating. The sun’s starting to dip, casting long shadows that stretch across the hood of the car.

Another few moments pass.

And then she asks—cautious, like she already knows she won’t like the answer:

“Uh… where are we going?”

You finally turn to look at her.

Your voice is low.

Even.

“A place I should’ve burned down a long time ago.”

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[foone]

Speaking as someone who has written web crawlers for non-evil reasons...

I like how all the platforms (twitter, reddit) are destroying their APIs to kill "bots" but the fun thing about APIs is that only the good guys use them. They're like door locks: they only keep out honest people. Someone wanting to steal your TV will just put a brick through your window.

Similarly, people wanting to flood a platform with spam and pornbots will often just not use the API, because it makes it too easy to track them down. They'll instead write a program that pretends to be a browser, and clicks on links just like a human does.

Fun fact: that's an "API" that exists for every website, and for a long while it was the only API that any sites ever had. So when you're trying to automate using a site (for good or evil), the "api-zero" of just doing web scraping and user-agent-impersonation is always there. That's what the bad guys will use, and that's what the good guys are sometimes forced to use.

Anyway the end result of this sort of API monetization/destruction nonsense is that you're only killing the bots that were written with good intentions. You're killing the haikubots and that "THERE ARE FIVE LIGHTS" twitter bot. you're killing the reddit bots that help moderate submissions by automatically applying flair or timing out replies after too long has passed.

But the bots that are just there to send you crytypocurrentsea scams and entice you in with stolen porn? They don't use the APIs. They won't be affected. They'll keep on working. The people scraping your site for AI research? they won't even register an account, they'll just request the plain HTML contents of your pages.

So once you know that, locking out users from your APIs seems like a real bad idea, doesn't it?

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Twinkump Linkdump

I'm on a 20+ city book tour for my new novel PICKS AND SHOVELS. Catch me in SAN DIEGO at MYSTERIOUS GALAXY next MONDAY (Mar 24), and in CHICAGO with PETER SAGAL on Apr 2. More tour dates here.

I have an excellent excuse for this week's linkdump: I'm in Germany, but I'm supposed to be in LA, and I'm not, because London Heathrow shut down due to a power-station fire, which meant I spent all day yesterday running around like a headless chicken, trying to get home in time for my gig in San Diego on Monday (don't worry, I sorted it):

https://www.mystgalaxy.com/32425Doctorow

Therefore, this is 30th linkdump, in which I collect the assorted links that didn't make it into this week's newsletters. Here are the other 29:

https://pluralistic.net/tag/linkdump/

I always like to start and end these 'dumps with some good news, which isn't easy in these absolutely terrifying times. But there is some good news: Wil Wheaton has announced his new podcast, a successor of sorts to the LeVar Burton Reads podcast. It's called "It's Storytime" and it features Wil reading his favorite stories handpicked from science fiction magazines, including On Spec, the magazine that bought my very first published story (I was 16, it ran in their special youth issue, it wasn't very good, but boy did it mean a lot to me):

https://wilwheaton.net/podcast/

Here's some more good news: a court has found (again!) that works created by AI are not eligible for copyright. This is the very best possible outcome for people worried about creators' rights in the age of AI, because if our bosses can't copyright the botshit that comes out of the "AI" systems trained on our work, then they will pay us:

https://www.yahoo.com/news/us-appeals-court-rejects-copyrights-171203999.html

Our bosses hate paying us, but they hate the idea of not being able to stop people from copying their entertainment products so! much! more! It's that simple:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/08/20/everything-made-by-an-ai-is-in-the-public-domain/

This outcome is so much better than the idea that AI training isn't fair use – an idea that threatens the existence of search engines, archiving, computational linguistics, and other clearly beneficial activities. Worse than that, though: if we create a new copyright that allows creators to prevent others from scraping and analyzing their works, our bosses will immediately alter their non-negotiable boilerplate contracts to demand that we assign them this right. That will allow them to warehouse huge troves of copyrighted material that they will sell to AI companies who will train models designed to put us on the breadline (see above, re: our bosses hate paying us):

https://pluralistic.net/2024/03/13/hey-look-over-there/#lets-you-and-he-fight

The rights of archivists grow more urgent by the day, as the Trump regime lays waste to billions of dollars worth of government materials that were produced at public expense, deleting decades of scientific, scholarly, historical and technical materials. This is the kind of thing you might expect the National Archive or the Library of Congress to take care of, but they're being chucked into the meat-grinder as well.

To make things even worse, Trump and Musk have laid waste to the Institute of Museum and Library Services, a tiny, vital agency that provides funding to libraries, archives and museums across the country. Evan Robb writes about all the ways the IMLS supports the public in his state of Washington:

Technology support. Last-mile broadband connection, network support, hardware, etc. Assistance with the confusing e-rate program for reduced Internet pricing for libraries.

Coordinated group purchase of e-books, e-audiobooks, scholarly research databases, etc.

Library services for the blind and print-disabled.

Libraries in state prisons, juvenile detention centers, and psychiatric institutions.

Digitization of, and access to, historical resources (e.g., newspapers, government records, documents, photos, film, audio, etc.).

Literacy programming and support for youth services at libraries.

The entire IMLS budget over the next 10 years rounds to zero when compared to the US federal budget – and yet, by gutting it, DOGE is amputating significant parts of the country's systems that promote literacy; critical thinking; and universal access to networks, media and ideas. Put it that way, and it's not hard to see why they hate it so.

Trying to figure out what Trump is up to is (deliberately) confusing, because Trump and Musk are pursuing a chaotic agenda that is designed to keep their foes off-balance:

https://www.wired.com/story/elon-musk-donald-trump-chaos/

But as Hamilton Nolan writes, there's a way to cut through the chaos and make sense of it all. The problem is that there are a handful of billionaires who have so much money that when they choose chaos, we all have to live with it:

The significant thing about the way that Elon Musk is presently dismantling our government is not the existence of his own political delusions, or his own self-interested quest to privatize public functions, or his own misreading of economics; it is the fact that he is able to do it. And he is able to do it because he has several hundred billion dollars. If he did not have several hundred billion dollars he would just be another idiot with bad opinions. Because he has several hundred billion dollars his bad opinions are now our collective lived experience.

https://www.hamiltonnolan.com/p/the-underlying-problem

We actually have a body of law designed to prevent this from happening. It's called "antitrust" and 40 years ago, Jimmy Carter decided to follow the advice of some of history's dumbest economists who said that fighting monopolies made the economy "inefficient." Every president since, up to – but not including – Biden, did even more to encourage monopolization and the immense riches it creates for a tiny number of greedy bastards.

But Biden changed that. Thanks to the "Unity Taskforce" that divided up the presidential appointments between the Democrats' corporate wing and the Warren/Sanders wing, Biden appointed some of the most committed, effective trustbusters we'd seen for generations:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/10/18/administrative-competence/#i-know-stuff

After Trump's election, there was some room for hope that Trump's FTC would continue to pursue at least some of the anti-monopoly work of the Biden years. After all, there's a sizable faction within the MAGA movement that hates (some) monopolies:

https://pluralistic.net/2025/01/24/enforcement-priorities/#enemies-lists

But last week, Trump claimed to have illegally fired the two Democratic commissioners on the FTC: Alvaro Bedoya and Rebecca Slaughter. I stan both of these commissioners, hard. When they were at the height of their powers in the Biden years, I had the incredible, disorienting experience of getting out of bed, checking the headlines, and feeling very good about what the government had just done.

Trump isn't legally allowed to fire Bedoya and Slaughter. Perhaps he's just picking this fight as part of his chaos agenda (see above). But there are some other pretty good theories about what this is setting up. In his BIG newsletter, Matt Stoller proposes that Trump is using this case as a wedge, trying to set a precedent that would let him fire Federal Reserve Chair Jerome Powell:

https://www.thebignewsletter.com/p/why-trump-tried-to-fire-federal-trade

But perhaps there's more to it. Stoller just had Commissioner Bedoya on Organized Money, the podcast he co-hosts with David Dayen, and Bedoya pointed out that if Trump can fire Democratic commissioners, he can also fire Republican commissioners. That means that if he cuts a shady deal with, say, Jeff Bezos, he can order the FTC to drop its case against Amazon and fire the Republicans on the commission if they don't frog when he jumps:

https://www.organizedmoney.fm/p/trumps-showdown-at-the-ftc-with-commissioner

(By the way, Organized Money is a fantastic podcast, notwithstanding the fact that they put me on the show last week:)

https://audio.buzzsprout.com/6f5ly01qcx6ijokbvoamr794ht81

The future that our plutocrat overlords are grasping for is indeed a terrible one. You can see its shape in the fantasies of "liberatarian exit" – the seasteads, free states, and other assorted attempts to build anarcho-capitalist lawless lands where you can sell yourself into slavery, or just sell your kidneys. The best nonfiction book on libertarian exit is Raymond Criab's 2022 "Adventure Capitalism," a brilliant, darkly hilarious and chilling history of every time a group of people have tried to found a nation based on elevating selfishness to a virtue:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/06/14/this-way-to-the-egress/#terra-nullius

If Craib's book is the best nonfiction volume on the subject of libertarian exit, then Naomi Kritzer's super 2023 novel Liberty's Daughter is the best novel about life in a libertopia – a young adult novel about a girl growing up in the hell that would be life with a Heinlein-type dad:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/21/podkaynes-dad-was-a-dick/#age-of-consent

But now this canon has a third volume, a piece of design fiction from Atelier Van Lieshout called "Slave City," which specs out an arcology populated with 200,000 inhabitants whose "very rational, efficient and profitable" arrangements produce €7b/year in profit:

https://www.archdaily.com/30114/slave-city-atelier-van-lieshout

This economic miracle is created by the residents' "voluntary" opt-in to a day consisting of 7h in an office, 7h toiling in the fields, 7h of sleep, and 3h for "leisure" (e.g. hanging out at "The Mall," a 24/7, 26-storey " boundless consumer paradise"). Slaves who wish to better themselves can attend either Female Slave University or Male Slave University (no gender controversy in Slave City!), which run 24/7, with 7 hours of study, 7 hours of upkeep and maintenance on the facility, 7h of sleep, and, of course, 3h of "leisure."

The field of design fiction is a weird and fertile one. In his traditional closing keynote for this year's SXSW Interactive festival, Bruce Sterling opens with a little potted history of the field since it was coined by Julian Bleeker:

https://bruces.medium.com/how-to-rebuild-an-imaginary-future-2025-0b14e511e7b6

Then Bruce moves on to his own latest design fiction project, an automated poetry machine called the Versificatore first described by Primo Levi in an odd piece of science fiction written for a newspaper. The Versificatore was then adapted to the screen in 1971, for an episode of an Italian sf TV show based on Levi's fiction:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tva-D_8b8-E

And now Sterling has built a Versificatore. The keynote is a sterlingian delight – as all of his SXSW closers are. It's a hymn to the value of "imaginary futures" and an instruction manual for recovering them. It could not be more timely.

Sterling's imaginary futures would be a good upbeat note to end this 'dump with, but I've got a real future that's just as inspiring to close us out with: the EU has found Apple guilty of monopolizing the interfaces to its devices and have ordered the company to open them up for interoperability, so that other manufacturers – European manufacturers! – can make fully interoperable gadgets that are first-class citizens of Apple's "ecosystem":

https://www.reuters.com/technology/apple-ordered-by-eu-antitrust-regulators-open-up-rivals-2025-03-19/

It's a good reminder that as America crumbles, there are still places left in the world with competent governments that want to help the people they represent thrive and prosper. As the Prophet Gibson tells us, "the future is here, it's just not evenly distributed." Let's hope that the EU is living in America's future, and not the other way around.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2025/03/22/omnium-gatherum/#storytime

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[so-i-did-this-thing]

Hello! I think you’ve been on tumblr as long as I have, possibly longer. If tumblr goes down at some point, will you be backing up your blog? If so, how? Thanks!

Yeah, I want that stuff just to look at. Before I left Twitter, I downloaded my archives and was very grateful for the photos I had completely forgotten about. I have about 27k posts. I went to my blog settings last night, and requested an export. It's still chugging along - no download for me to click yet. I'm not sure what my plan for the export is. A lot of folks are importing into WordPress, but that's also in the same blogging ecosystem as tumblr. Since I'm a former webdev, I might spin up my own server just to have this content somewhere. If the export doesn't work, I'm going to try a web scraping program that saves to local HTML files on the computer. You have to be very careful about the settings, though, to avoid getting seen as a bot / eating up your hard drive space.

[laporcupina]

DMZ goes back to Pegasus

My most prolific fandom was not MCU, it was Stargate. But my SGA days were on LJ and I had a personal website for the longer things. I moved a lot of it to ao3 once that became a thing, but not all of it. Not the OC-heavy stuff (because I was under the 'made sense to me at the time' impression that that wasn't what ao3 was for) and not the gazillion little drabbles and vignettes and bits that I felt were too short for individual ao3 posts. So a lot has been missing from my canon over the last eighteen years as both LJ was abandoned and the website died. Open Doors offered repeatedly to help me out and I... just never did it. I also knew that while I could give them my HTML files, I was still going to have to be the one to scrape LJ.

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/DMZ_SGA

The way to backfill on ao3 without sending out a gazillion notifications is to put everything in an unrevealed collection and then keep adding until you're done and then ta-dah! So that's what this is. It's 20+ stories plus one ginormous catch-all full of the vignettes and drabbles (it's a drabble if I want to call it a drabble) and bits in one document.

Additionally, I added POV shifts or postscripts to already-there stories:

Eat Your Heart Out, Peggy Fleming

Entaillen

The Pegasus Galaxy Presents: George Romero's Alice in Wonderland

There are still gaps; it's hard to scrape LJ when you can't log in and need to go back twenty years via loaded tags. But a lot less is missing now.

[dervampireprince]

so i've been coding a website

home of: the dervampireprince fanart museum, prince's art gallery, a masterlist of resources for making websites and list of web communities, and more!

[18+, minors dni (this blog is 18+ and the art gallery and art museum pages on my site have some 18+ only artworks)]

littlevampire . neocities . org (clickable link in pinned post labelled 'website')

if you don't follow me on twitch or aren't in my discord, you might not know i've been coding my own website via neocities since june 2024. it's been a big labour of love, the only coding i'd done before is a little html to customize old tumblr themes, so i've learnt a lot and i've been having so much fun. i do link to it on my carrds but not everyone will know that the icon of a little cat with a wrench and paintbrush is the neocities logo, or even what neocities is.

neocities is a free website builder, but not like squarespace or wix that let you build a website from a template with things you can drag in, it's all done with html and css code (and you can throw in javascript if you wanna try hurting your brain /hj). i love the passion people have for coding websites, for making their own websites again in defiance of social medias becoming less customisable and websites looking boring and the same as each other. people's neocities sites are so fun to look through, looking at how they express themselves, their art galleries, shrines to their pets or favourite characters or shows or toys or places they've been.

why have i been making a website this way?

well i used to love customising my tumblr theme back when clicking on someone's username here took you to their tumblr website, their username . tumblr . com link that you could edit and customise with html code. now clicking a username takes you to their mobile page view, a lot of users don't even know you can have a website with tumblr, the feature to have a site became turned off by default, and i've heard from some users that they might have to pay to unlock that feature.

i've always loved the look of old geocities and angelfire websites, personalised sites, and i've grown tired of every social media trying to look the same as each other, remove features that let users customise their profiles and pages more. and then i found out about neocities.

are you interested in making a site too?

neocities is free, though you can pay to support them. there is no ads, no popups, they have no ai tool scraping their sites, no tos that will change to suddenly stop allow 18+ art. unlike other website hosters, neocities does have a sort of social media side where you do have a profile and people can follow you and leave comments on your site and like your updates, but you can ignore this if you want, or use it to get to know other webmasters.

to quote neocities "we are tired of living in an online world where people are isolated from each other on boring, generic social networks that don't let us truly express ourselves. it's time we took back our personalities from these sterilized, lifeless, monetized, data mined, monitored addiction machines and let our creativity flourish again."

i'd so encourage anyone interested to try making a website with neocities. w3schools is an excellent place to start learning coding, and there are free website templates you can copy and paste and use (my site is built off two different free codes, one from fujoshi . nekoweb . org and the other from sadgrl's free layout builder tool).

your site can be for anything:

a more fun and interactive online business card (rather than using carrd.co or linktree)

a gallery of your art/photos/cosplays/etc

a blog

webshrines to your a character, film, song, game, toy, hobby, your pet - anything can be a shrine!

a catalogue/database/log of every film you've watched, every place you've visited, birds you've seen, plushies you own, every blinkie gif you have saved, your ocs and stories, etc

hosting a webcomic

a fanwiki/fansite that doesn't have endless ads like fandom . com does (i found a cool neocities fansite for rhythm game series pop'n music and it's so thorough, it even lists all the sprites and official art for every character)

i follow a website that just reviews every video game based on whether or not it has a frog in it, if the frog is playable, if you can be friends with it. ( frogreview . neocities . org )

the only html i knew how to write before starting is how to paragraph and bold text. and now i have a whole site! and i'm still working on new stuff for it all the time.

i just finished making a page on my website called 'explore the web'. this page lists everything you might need to know when wanting to make or decorate your website. it lists:

other neocities sites i think are cool and i'm inspired by, check them out for more ideas of what your site could look like and contain!

website building resources

coding help and tutorials

free website html code layouts you can use if you don't want too start coding from scratch

places to find graphics and decorative images for your site (transparent background pngs, pixels, favicons, stamps, blinkies, buttons, userboxes, etc)

image generators for different types of buttons and gifs (88x31 buttons, tiny identity buttons, heart locket open gifs, headpat gifs)

widgets and games and interactive elements you can add to your site (music players, interactive pets like gifypet and tamanotchi, hit counters, games like pacman and crosswords, guestbooks and chatboxes, etc)

web manifestos, guides, introductions and explanations of webmastering and neocities (some posts made by other tumblr users here are what made me finally want to make my own site and discover how too)

art tools, resources and free drawing programs

web communities! webrings, cliques, fanlistings, pixel clubs (pixel art trades) and more!

other fun sites that didn't fit in the other categories like free sheet music sites, archives, egotistical.goat (see a tumblr users audio posts/reblogs as a music playlist), soul void (a wonderful free to play video game i adore), an online omnichord you can play, and more.

i really hope the 'explore the web' page is helpful, it took three days to track down every link and find resources to add.

and if you want to check out my site there's more than just these pages. like i said in the beginning, i recently finished making:

the dervampireprince fanart museum

every piece of fanart i've received (unless the sender asked me to keep it private) has been added to this museum and where possible links back to the original artists post of that art (a lot the art was sent to me via discord so i can't link to the original post). every piece of fanart sent to me now will be added on their unless you specifically say you don't want it going on there. there's also links to my fanworks guide on there and how to send me fanart.

other pages on my site

about me (including favourite media, quizzes, comfort characters, kins, and more)

art gallery (art i've made, sorted by month)

graphics (so far it's just stamps i've made but plan to remake this section of my site)

media log (haven't started the 2025 one yet, but a log of all films, tv, writing, music, theatre, fandoms, characters and ships i got into in 2024)

silly web pets

shrines

site map

update log

my shrines so far:

i have ones for lucifer from supernatural, sam winchester from supernatural, charuca minifigures (arcade prizes i wanted as a kid that i'm trying to finish collecting as an adult), my waifuroulette discord tcg collection. my masterlist of every lgbt+ marvel character is a wip. i love making each shrine look different and suit the character/fandom/thing the shrine is about. and then there's also:

the european musical section

i ramble about them a lot and it's no surprise there's multiple shrines for them. i fell in love with german musical theatre in 2020 and that expanded in being interested in all non-english language musical theatre and trying to spread the word of it and how they deserve to be as known as english-language musicals. one musical in particular, elisabeth das musical, is my biggest special interest so expect a very detailed shrine about that one day.

so far this part of the site includes

'enter the theatre' an interactive web theatre where you choose a ticket and that musical will play on the stage (click a ticket and the embedded youtube video for that musical will appear on the stage and play. i dealt with javascript for the first time to bring the vision i had for this page alive, it might be slow but i hope enjoyable)

elisabeth das musical webshrine [not made yet]

tanz der vampire webshrine [not made yet, might abandon the idea]

my favourite european musicals [not made yet]

a masterlist of european musicals [a wip, only two musicals listed so far, i am listing every musical and every production they've had, this was a word document i kept for a long time that i always wanted to share somehow and this page is how i'll do it. there's no other list for european musicals out there so i guess it's up to me as always /lh]

the future for my site

i will update my art gallery, the fanart museum, my media log and other collections as often as i can. there's so many more pages i want to add including:

profiles for my ocs

finish my european musical masterlist

finish my 'every marvel lgbt+ character' masterlist (i have no love for marvel or disney's lgbt+ representation nor are all of these characters good representation and a lot are very minor characters, but for some reason i have gotten hyperfixated on this topic a few times so here comes a masterlist)

make shrines for loki (marvel), ares (hades), my sylvanian families collection, vocaloid (and/or vocaloid medleys), my plushie collection, pullip dolls

make a 'page not found' page

and i have one big plan to essentially make a site within a site, and make a website for my monster boy band ocs. but make it as if it was a real band, an unfiction project (think like how welcome home's website portrays welcome home as if it was a real show). this site would have pages for the band members, their albums, merch and maybe a pretend shop, and a fake forum where you could see other characters in the story talking and click on their profiles to find out more about them. and then once that's all done i want to start posting audios about the characters and then people can go to the website to find out more about them. that's my big plan anyway. i hope that sounds interesting.

i also want to make an effort to try and join some website communities. be brave and apply for some webrings and fanlistings, and make some pixel art and join some of the amazing pixel clubs out there.

but yeah, that's my site, that's neocities. i hope that was interesting. i hope it encourages people to make their own site, or at least look at other's small websites and explore this part of the internet. and if you go and check out mine feel free to drop a message in the guestbook on the homepage, or follow me on neocities if you have/make an account.

[prokopetz]

just for absolute clarity, does 766502126807580672 mean you're archiving the RPGs in whatever state they exist in on December 1st, from the authors' reblogs? or in whatever state they exist in on the day you reblog them, from the @200-word-rpgs sideblog? the wording makes me think the former, but the effort part makes me think the latter

(With reference to this post here.)

It's actually less effort to scrape them from their original URLs; that way I can use the Tumblr API to grab the post content directly, without needing to piss around with reblog chain.

(I had to learn Node.js for this stupid project because server-side Javascript is literally the only dialect in which tools for converting Tumblr's proprietary NPF markup to basic HTML seem to exist, for some fucking reason. I hope you all appreciate it!)