#what is html tag

[catnpc]

scanned some pages from my current journal ^_^ (pt 2; pt 1 here)

[macbcth]

The ability to go to the original post (on mobile) still exists, it's just very tricky to make it work. If you keep trying by tapping the kinda centre of OP's URL banner you will eventually get there!! It's just get fucking annoying. I wish you luck

holy fucking shit that actually works what the hell kinda bullshit UI im ??????

[kagooleo]

i finally finished my riley shrine! it's best viewed on desktops (with firefox specifically) so it might look wonky on mobile devices 😅

this also serves as a soft opening of my nekoweb site! it's my personal blog outside of social media, and atm I have to do a Lot of transferring to and from my neocities, but at least my pages are still functional!

[mimicoriart]

hearts, or what grows in forgotten places

there’s a hole in my chest, everyone says or perhaps they just think it, their gazes unsure,  avoiding the place where they expect to see viscera and an empty cage.

i'm not sure what they mean. i once thought that perhaps my heart had run away, or that i’d broken it like a toddler with a new toy,  so shiny it must be ruined for love of the game.

but i soon forgot to notice the lack i’d been sure everyone could see. i forgot to stay up waiting for my heart to come back  to roost behind the safety of these bars of bone.

it went unmentioned for so long, you see.  but maybe it was because for years i shone too brightly  for them to notice the shadow of absence, and now that i'm finding my place in the sky, i've settled and slowed down enough for people to take a closer look.

i forgot.

i don't know if there was anything there  before the moment i realized it was gone; i don't know if maybe there’s been something else  nestled in that space behind my ribs, between my lungs— my whole life, the ache at the center of my chest perhaps the growing pains  of a garden hidden, delicate and twisting, unnoticed as people’s gazes skittered away.

i cannot dig out this living thing rooted in my chest. i will not snip off the flowers just to prove to you there’s something  there where you think you’ll only see blood and carved out meat. this garden of gold roses is mine to shelter in the dark, sharp thorns pricking soft garden walls–but it’s mine.

[creaturefeaster]

Maybe I should make a pinned blog info post soon... I feel like I need to say more to the people looking at my blog than the blog description size will let me. Also I feel like people don't always read it either 🤨

[buglaur]

she's live

now you can see what everyones height is in my head because i refuse to download height sliders. look at ass <3

[ultraviollettt]

Finally finished my Ao3 Workskin Generator Website. Please take a peek, this took forever, and I still want to finish the tumblr and twitter mockup generators:

[ckret2]

Hey. I’ve been looking at your posts about posting your fic on Ao3, and I just wanted to be sure— you do know that you can post your fic without having to use HTML mode, right? Like you can post it without having to type a “<p>” and “</p>” before and after every new paragraph, or use “<em>” “</em>” to make sure something in italics is recognized by the website as italics? Just look for a button on the left right above the box you’re going to be writing in that says “Rich Text” and press that. It should be right next to the button saying “HTML,” which is the default button selected, but you only have to press Rich Text to change that.

And none of your work is lost if you switch buttons. But Rich Text mode gives you a version of the posting box where you can write normally and just press the return key for a new paragraph like normal, and there’s a little menu on the top where you can choose if you want to write in bold or italics or change the spacing or whatever. I just felt like you ought to know in case you missed it and had to write the hard way.

I can't do that because the site I write on and store my fics on strips the formatting out of the document—italics, bold, etc—if I copy/paste it anywhere I've tried (all my other word processor apps, other websites, and yes, AO3's rich text editor) EXCEPT FOR tumblr, for some bizarre reason I don't know. Copy/pasting from the site I use into tumblr and copying tumblr's text to paste into AO3's editor is the only workaround I've found for this issue aside from reformatting every italicized/bolder word by hand. And I use a lot of italics.

I could copy/paste the rich text off tumblr and paste it into AO3's rich text editor, but since tumblr's stupid-as-hell post editor only allows you to select one paragraph at a time, my options are: copy/paste one paragraph at a time; manually force past tumblr's stupid-as-hell inability to select more than one paragraph by selecting the first paragraph and manually scrolling all the way down to the bottom to select the whole thing; selecting the whole chapter by going to the finished post and scrolling down to select the whole thing (which is finicky as hell if you're on a tablet, which I am); or, using select-all in tumblr's HTML format and then just quickly deleting the author's note when I paste.

As you can see, using select-all in HTML format is the fastest and least human-error-prone way to transfer text from tumblr to AO3

Every time I post a new chapter I paste the text to AO3's HTML editor and then switch to the rich text editor to insert that chapter's art.

[b0ylik3r]

i think we should bring back early passion/personal websites, i just went through a bunch of old invader zim websites (one of them dated back to 2002 while the show was airing) and i need that culture to return so bad. dont be surprised if a random invader zim fan website pops up eventually im already making a baby name list i mean domain name list

[rated-rko]

okay i am painfully aware nobody except me actually cares this much but i /really/ wanted to post my derangement for all to see tonight💆🏻‍♀️😔 but i cannot however because i started taking this wayyyy more seriously than i first intended and now i’m learning how to use html anchors and footnotes and format things properly so she’s a little delayed gang

[sonicattos]

question for website building nerds:

is there a website builder that you can physically design, then convert into html/css code?

the only way i know how to describe it is one that is visually understandable. (the only example i can think of is like carrd but it doesn’t HAVE to be like that just simple like it?? idk)

i want to make my own website (neocites), but it’s hard to do with the disabilities i have. i can design just fine in terms of visual shit, it’s the code that fucks me up. it triggers stress, brain fog, pain, etc.

sorry if this sounds stupid, i’m new at this. don’t tell me any “oh just take the time to learn it” i don’t have the memory power for that.

[helpmeane]

im not too sure where else to ask but if you're experienced with HTML or just the sadgrl layout builder, help would be super appreciated! screenshots and explanation under the cut

so im assuming its an issue with my Frankenstein in the HTML but i cant seem? to get it to display properly as a website. and i can't figure it out so for example:

here my shrine layout in the editor's full-page mode. looks fine right? and yet for my other pages..

as an example, my webmaster page...yeah. i have. no clue. especially seeing as

it looks like this while editing! im super this is probably something simple but i have not a clue and its killing me so any help would be so so so sooo deeply appreciated you have no idea

[brainrot-time]

nothing makes me want to shoot myself in the head more than writing css. what the fuck are we talking about. why is the display flexing at me.

[clumsypuppy]

My god I need to finish this website so I can write diary entries and not be this obvious abt it

[mimicoriart]

colombia de mis sueños

the mountains awaken, cool and fresh mist snaking down narrow paths in the jungle a rooster two farms over wakes with a loud cry there’s a silence here, a thick fog that mutes the farmhands’ brisk start to the day

breakfast too, feels slow a pot of coffee, made from the beans we toasted last week, fills the house with its rich scent a generous spread soon fills the table:  papaya with yogurt, arepas with queso fresco, maduro in scrambled eggs

these are the things i remember best: 

holding a mug of hot chocolate while overlooking a sea of stars,  the city lights spread before us in the valley down below;  a bag full of freshly made pandebonos, bought from the bakery on the corner opened while the coffee machine sputters out the last few drops; sipping on a tall glass of lulada while waiting for the piping hot empanadas to cool a soothing cold on my burnt tongue; an over-full oblea from a street vendor at the small festival:  arequipe, blackberry jam, and queso rallado spilling out from between the layers;  blowing on a spoonful of hot soup, a little food stand on the side of the mountain too hungry and behind schedule to wait to eat a midnight dinner in the city; a cold glass of jugo de mora en leche while sitting in the summer sun,  waiting for lunch to arrive.

in the city, the afternoon is sticky-hot the loud whirring of fans scattered throughout the second story apartment barely drown out the noise of the highway and city life outside the community’s walls

in my memories, the city is always loud: 

loud with music from the restaurant across the street,  loud with conversation, with laughter,  loud with the live commentary of the futbol game playing on the TV, loud with cars honking, a horde of motorcycles impatiently waiting at the stop light, loud with the radio playing at top volume from the open window of a taxi.

my friends ask me if i find mexico city loud, but it feels as quiet as an american suburb

we drive up from the valley as night falls,  the city lighting up behind us, a glimpse at the bend before we round the mountain then an increasingly quieter drive away from terron colorado the jungle is dark and humid as we wind our way down from the main road to pachamama

it’s a longing for a place i’ve never called home,  a fever dream of foundational memories layered and layered with more recent visits a place with perhaps a year of memories spread in bite sized pieces across two decades like eating a handful of trail mix every couple hours because there’s no food in the fridge it staves off hunger, but it’s not a meal.

[wyllzel]

😃 tumblr's text/html formatting is so buggy wtf