quick and dirty guide to recognizing stolen content on tumblr
there is RAMPANT art and photography reposting on this stupid website, and it occurs to me that folks might not know how to recognize it. here are the mental gymnastics i go through every time i see a sus post
1. is there a caption? most creators tend to leave one. maybe it’s so their url is prominent, or to express their thoughts about the piece, link their shops/websites, etc. most reposters leave the captions blank
2. look for credit in the picture. is there a name, handle, or watermark? does it match the url?
3. check the original post. often you’ll find that the original poster actually linked the artist. go forth and reblog that version!! for some godforsaken reason people keep REMOVING CREDIT on this website and i will MANIFEST INSIDE YOUR HOUSE IF YOU DO SO
4. check the tags of the original post. beyond the main fandom/character/subject tags, creators tend to have a #my-art tag or something similar. photographers often use #photographers-on-tumblr/lensblr. sometimes they’ll also have thoughts about their work there. this doesn’t always work, but personally i never see reposters adding tags like this
5. look at op’s other posts and bio. is there anything about being an artist or photographer in the description? does the art they post look the same? usually this is where you’ll Know if it’s a serial reposter, because their blog will be FULL of reposted shit with no captions that all have different styles. also half the time their blog description straight up admits it
6. check the notes to see if someone added the proper credit. at this point, if you know it’s a repost but still wanna reblog it, at least give credit where it’s due. see if someone else already did the work for you
7. reblog and add a link with creator credit. if you know it’s a repost, and you can’t find credit, consider doing your part to help creators get their well-deserved recognition. usually you can just google the watermark in the picture. otherwise reverse image search on google or tineye is your friend
8. if the original creator is on tumblr, reblog their version of the post. if you’ve gotten this far it’s not hard to search their blog for it
9. consider letting the artist know their art has been stolen and send them the link. this way they can take action and file whatever claims they need to get it taken down
10. finally, support original content creators! look at the #artists-on-tumblr and #photographers-on-tumblr tags, follow your favourite creators and reblog their work. seriously it can make a huge difference
if you read this far, THANK YOU. making sure content creators get their credit is literally the bare minimum we can do to be respectful of the countless hours they spend on their work. especially when that content is freely accessible
DNI if you’re a bad person. This will certainly filter out bad actors, who both self-identify as such and respect the boundaries of people they are bad actors against. This will certainly not alienate people who have internalized shame or feel like outsiders in community spaces.
I know everyone says it’s best to just stick to “said” as a dialogue tag bc it disappears and that’s true and I mostly do but I want to take a moment for my all-time favorite dialogue tag, “lied.” Absolutely nothing hits like “‘I’m here to help,’ he lied.” NOTHING.
Gravity legally cannot hurt you if you scream “NO GODS NO MASTERS” immediately before impact
I’m so fucking tired of this bicycle helmet discourse. Bike helmets aren’t going to do shit to protect you if you get hit by a car
Most of the time… Bike accidents…. Involve things…. Other than cars…… like the ground….also it’s safety gear….. Wearing it is non negotiable…. You are one accident away from being permanently disabled….. You need to protect your brain
Not towards OP
Is OSHA and other safety regulations also cop behavior?
*sigh* The belief that OSHA and other safety regulations are cop behavior are common opinions that people have, anarchist or not. Wearing PPE is annoying and often uncomfortable, sweaty, and cumbersome. People also generally hate being told to be careful, because they believe that “be careful” is synonymous with “hey, you’re too stupid to do that without hurting yourself”.
But all it takes is one time for you to slip up and suddenly the grinder disk that would have gotten stuck in your safety glasses is in your eye, or you’re getting treated for lung cancer because you didn’t want to wear your respirator while you welded. These are decisions that you were free to make, but might seriously regret later on.
People will scream until they’re blue in the face about how oppressive it is to have to wear a safety vest and hard hat on a construction site, but do you really think that the hammer that slipped out of your buddy’s hand is going to take that into consideration when it collides with your skull?
No political theory will save you from an accident. You can either wear your PPE, or can die, unexpectedly, painfully, and slowly. The choice is yours. Go argue with a lathe if you feel so strongly about it.
Go argue with a lathe if you feel so strongly about it
@breelandwalker it is criminal to leave this scorching point in the tags
a few points:
• every safety rule is written in blood
• OSHA exists so the boss can’t force you to die for their profits. it was started as a result of union action, as a direct response to the triangle shirtwaist factory fire. OSHA is constantly fighting for worker’s rights and protection. whistleblower laws protect any employee who makes an OSHA complaint against their employer, and anyone who reports is guaranteed anonymity and aggressive legal support against retaliation. there is also a separate health and safety administration for miners in the USA called MSHA.
• the people most likely to get hurt on the job are not apprentices or senior workers approaching retirement. the new hire is careful because they’re green, and still learning, and still unfamiliar with the tools and the work. the old hand is careful because retirement is within sight and they want to make it there. the person who gets hurt is usually the journeyman at the peak of their career—in their 30s-50s, an expert at their trade, their tools feel like an extension of themselves, and they’re so comfortable they forget to be careful. they’ve gotten lucky cutting corners or using something incorrectly or taking off a guard or leaving off some safety equipment 1000 times but one day they’re tired or distracted or too comfortable or too confident and the luck runs out.
• some accidents you cannot just avoid with skill, or you have no personal control over them. sometimes you have to trust your coworkers with your life. the big blue crane collapse killed three ironworkers who were on an observation platform, doing other work, far from the crane, with no ability to prevent or escape the collapse. the crane collapsed as a result of being operated despite adverse conditions, despite the normal crane operator refusing to run the crane due to adverse conditions making it unsafe, and was filmed because a safety inspector was recording the violation and attempting to stop it. the operator of the crane got out safely, but three ironworkers who were hundreds of feet away, who didn’t know the crane would be operating despite unsafe wind speeds, and who were trapped in midair anyways with no way to avoid or escape the collapse, and who above all just had to trust that everyone on the job site would be working safely and doing their jobs correctly, died. that footage has been used in every OSHA training i have ever been in.
• every safety rule is written in blood.
When I was fifteen, I was walking to a friend’s house to drop off a couple of kittens. There’s a place in my hometown where two roads come together very much like a lowercase “y.” On the main road was a motorcyclist in a helmet and leathers, doing at or slightly below the speed limit, doing everything right. On the short end of that y was a dude in an SUV on his cell phone. (Note for users born after roughly 1994: Bluetooth did not yet exist and in-dash hands-free calling existed only for very wealthy people. You held your phone to your head or you didn’t talk.)
Yeah, you know where this is going, don’t you?
The motorcyclist went flying as the SUV blew past its stop sign. He hit the ground in front of the library (going straight between trees to land on lawn, thank g-d) and bounced.
Now in my hometown it’s actually part of the ninth-grade curriculum to get Red Cross-certified for first aid, because it’s rural and in some places it can take up to an hour for an ambulance to reach you if the weather is bad. The three adults at the scene—not including the SUV driver, who was an asshole from out of town—all looked at me. I was the one with the most recent training, so I was the one nominated.
The outside of this dude’s helmet was shredded from rock and pure speed of impact. I didn’t dare remove it because of the risk his spine might be broken, but with help from one of the adults I did get the visor open so he could get some air, and I set about tourniqueting his leg. In the time it took us all to see the impact, register that that really just happened, and me to set down the kittens and run across a two-lane road, he’d started to bleed through his jeans.
I did not tourniquet correctly, and an EMT had to fix it when they arrived on-site. What I did do was keep the guy from bleeding out, but he still lost his leg. Between the botched tourniquet and the injuries caused by impact, there was just too much damage. There might not have been any saving the leg even if I’d gotten it 100% right, but on the whole, losing his leg was better than losing his life, which is what would have happened had I made no attempt at all.
But if he hadn’t had a helmet on, I wouldn’t have had the chance to fuck up the tourniquet. They would have been washing his face out of the library lawn, and possibly his brains, too.
The fact the motorcyclist survived began with his decision to choose a good helmet with a full-face shield and appropriate riding leathers and denims. It did not protect him from 100% of injury but it did make sure he’d live.
The moral of this story: keep your eyes on the road, take a first-aid class, and wear your fucking PPE. Physics doesn’t care if the other guy was at fault.
PSA: never discuss private affairs in your DMs, especially contraception and abortion. Social media moguls will absolutely sell you out to the government. There are already cases of people being charged based on evidence in their DMs.
One quiet day on the farm, the Little Red Hen found some wheat seeds and decided to make bread.
“Who will help me plant these seeds?” the Little Red Hen asked.
“I would.” said the Horse “But I’m a workhorse, and I’m too busy moving carts around.”
And so the Little Red Hen planted the seeds by herself. And they grew into bountiful golden crops.
“Who will help me harvest the wheat?” the Little Red Hen asked.
“I would.” said the Dog “But I’m a guarddog, and I’m too busy keeping away burglars and predators.”
And so the Little Red Hen harvested the wheat herself and made it into flour.
“Who will help me bake the flour?” the Little Red Hen asked.
“I would.” said the Pig “But I’m a mother of 5 newborn piglets, and I’m too busy taking care of my young.”
And so the Little Red Hen baked the bread herself into twenty beautiful loaves.
“Who will help me eat the bread?” the Little Red Hen asked.
“We would.” said the Farm Animals. “But we’re ashamed, for we didn’t do anything to make the bread.”
“Nonsense!” said the Little Red Hen. “You, Horse, helped move around the stones that built my oven. You, Dog, kept me safe while I worked. And you, Pig, are raising a new generation of Farm Animals, who will too contribute to our Farm one day. You’ve all helped me so much by simply being you.”
“Besides,” the Little Red Hen added. “I couldn’t possibly eat all the loaves on my own, most of them would go to waste. Come, eat with me.”
And so the Little Red Hen and the Farm Animals ate the bread together. And all saw their own, and each other’s, worth.
