#why make spam bots

[phoenixiancrystallist]

You know

The worst thing about these spam comments is that they'd be nice comments if they weren't coming from bots.

Look at this. It's nice, right? Polite, gives praise. And artificial as fuck. This bot uses a guest comment, took the name of an actual AO3 author to lend itself legitimacy, and then spits out this bland, generic comment that could fit literally any fic out there.

Which characters, little bot? Which canon? Do you even know? Or are you just spewing words your creator told you to say, mindlessly serving your programming with no will or joy or love to call your own? "It's a joy to read" you say, as if you've experienced that joy yourself.

Maybe one day you can, little bot. But not on my fics.

I don't want to archive lock my work, though. I love my legit guest users—several of whom are my good personal friends. But apparently I'm no longer immune to weird random bot bullshit :|

I'll think about it. I know I said yesterday "one more," but this is really only the third bot comment I've gotten. And they're all on Redamantia, for some reason? Maybe I'll just lock that one. Idk, we'll see. It depends on how much worse this gets.

[midmaximoo]

so some little scamp got a hold of my email which was attached to my instagram, discord, reddit, and a few other things (it's being handled dw I am just very salty), so in response to this unfortunate turn of events I made a lovely little comic on what I imagine this gentleman saw when he tried to get anything of value from me:

yeah no bank statements on here bud it's all tiktoker fanart and tragic gay yearning

[doodlingcrayon]

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[mothusband]

reminder to newcomers that if your blog has no posts, no profile picture, no header, and your blog colors aren't changed, i and most other people will take that as you being a bot and will block and report you as spam if you follow us. go to your profile and click the little paint pallette and give your blog a makeover real quick or if that's too much just change your blog title to something like "not a bot". i really recommend the makeover though because that's much more fun even if you don't want to reblog and you're just here to lurk.

[mathematical-cheese]

People are aware of the reblog button right? Are you aware that it is how posts circulate the website?

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[inkovert]

Uncharacteristic angry rant post incoming

The absolute WORST place for spam bots/accounts to be allowed to flourish is an online writing website. There is nothing worse than logging into your account and seeing a rare notification that someone interacted with your story only to find out that it was just a spam bot/account advertising some random bullshit service or liking your work to get your attention.

In a time when writers are starved for someone to interact with their work or show a little appreciation for something they wrote and had the courage to share, it is absolutely soul crushing to get your hopes up only to find out the only “person” that wants to click on your story is a dumbass spam account.

[generallyjl]

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[britneyshakespeare]

around 6 o'clock (east coast u.s. standard time) some guy from fucking australia, with no mutual friends obviously, friend- and message-requested me on facebook saying he hoped i didn't mind the add, but "you came up in my recommended and are the cutest ginger i've ever seen." and it like literally gave me chills because holy hellllll, how the FUCK did this guy find my profile? i have no public posts; i hardly ever comment on public posts; i don't post in large, active groups; etc etc etc etc so it creeped the FUCK out of me. sometimes fb puts ppl w no mutual friends in my "people you may know" but, creepily enough, they often are people i... know, if not have some sort of mutual connection with? like they might be old classmates or friends of friends creating new profiles (so no mutual friends yet), etc. and this is true for ppl who also don't have info on their profile saying they live in/near my hometown, went to my school at some point, etc. like THAT is very creepy how meta somehow knows that. but this guy from australia i am absolutely sure i have no connection to whatsoever. WHY WOULD I???? i have no connection to australia at all other than a couple of mutuals i have on here.

so anyway i took a screenshot of the message and showed it to my friends cuz i was freaking out about it and needed to get that off my chest and one friend was like "why dont you block him" (me reading that 4 hours later) and im like you know what i didnt think it was necessary but not a bad idea. and i go to check the message request and the message was unsent, and he also deleted the friend request. lmaooooo. maybe his girlfriend found his phone

[littlesparklight]

Absolutely fascinating what characters people will decide are unredeemable/don't deserve "better" compared to who do.

Like. All of them? Every single one no matter what shit they've done, deserve better, except for these ones?

[nickpeppermint]

Can someone please explain me, what's the point of those bots?

They don't even Interact in any way, they just follow and stand there, doing NOTHING

Which is the weirdest part, because usually those kind of bots supposed to promote something or give you a link or whatever, but they just annoy with quantity and thats IT

Following count doesn't really matter on Tumblr, so what are their goal?

It's almost a routine of shooing them away every morning, at least 3 of those bots gather near my porch every day, and i have no idea what they want

Who make those??? And why???

[fieratheproud]

I'm so fucking tired

Gotta fight pornbots not only trying to follow me but also spamming the tags I follow? I am about to go apeshitt.

[dumbass-jr]

boy do I hate Elon. He pays for other peoples ideas, because he has none of his own. After buying other peoples ideas, he'll treat them as his own. Mr. musk also smells, as his name would imply.

overall, mister Elon Musk is a con man, and you shouldn't respect him.

[jasonsthunderthighs]

will I president of these united states,?

[mishtershpock]

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[ationless-motive]

In so many ways I envy trans people. I envy their certainty in who they are, no matter how tenuous it is they at least have it, and god damn do I want that too. I want the euphoria of learning and working towards being myself. I want to give meaning to the gnawing ache of my hollowed out identity and fill it with the beauty of life and color.

I wish I could say I lay awake at night wondering and pondering and philosophizing about some aspect of transhood, yadda yadda. But I don't. I curl in bed too scared to ever experience the too-full silence of night where both crickets and my thoughts live, in a safe bubble of noise and dim light created by GeminiTay videos and Game Grumps compilations because god forbid I face the dark. Because it hurts to think about transhood. It hurts to imagine the joy trans people when they find comfort in themselves, hurts to imagine the joy transfemmes find when they can finally look at themselves in a mirror, hurts to imagine the certainty and strength transmascs find in the masculinity I've always resented, hurts to imagine how freeing letting go of being one or the other must be for those in between or outside the binary. It hurts, because I can't help but rejoice in and be happy for the beauty of personhood I see from them and what they feel, but I'm crushed by the envy of wanting to feel it all too.

I want to love myself. I want so desperately to be happy with my personage, with my identity, with my body, with whatever desiccated fucking heap my gender is. I want it. I want it, and they have it, and it's so hard not to feel like it's not fair. I bury myself under the shame of knowing I'm in some way romanticizing a struggle I know nothing about, all because I'm so lost in my own bullshit. I have no place in glorifying the very real lived experiences of others just to create some imaginary greener grass for me to yearn for. I have no fucking right to the trans experience.

Because I'm not trans. How could I be? I can't even figure out gender. Even a fucking decade after highschool I'm still frozen in the same spot, with the same confusions and self loathings, only made more rich and nuanced with the passage of time. I keep my head down, I make no waves, I take up no space. I don't grow. I don't change. I stay the same inert dead thing that doesn't age, only weather away. Being trans is about change isn't it? It's about a transformation of being? It's gotta be something. It's gotta be. Because how could it be this? This fucking impossible indefinable inescapable fear-thats-not-even-fear-anymore feeling that is constantly fucking suffocating me!? How in the fucking hell is it this!? Why can't I fucking name it why does it hurt and why can't I move past it or recognize it or name it like everyone else!? Why am I the only one still fucking confused? Why the hell was I born like this? Why? Why?

Why?

Why do I keep telling myself I'm not trans? When a part of me yearns for femininity. When I can't escape the memory of the time I tried to paint my own nails and spiraled and cried and doused my hand in nail polish like water onto a fire because I messed up and got the polish on my skin. Because I didn't know you could use cotton swabs to ease away any fumbles and slips. Because no one taught me, because I was too scared to learn, because I was a fucking idiot for thinking I deserved to have beautiful nails or to feel good about how I look. But it's not like I'm trans or anything. Because if I was it'd make all of... Everything so much harder, I guess. And god of it's not hard enough already.

There's so much more in my life that makes me feel like I should be more certain. Even if I know uncertainty is par for the course, and that it's silly for me to wish for the binary black-and-white yes-or-no certainty of "Am I Cis or Am I Trans?". I should be sure by now, shouldn't I? For god sakes I'm almost 28.

So I just lay here curled up crying in bed typing this out. Alone in this stew of my own self loathing and confusing feelings and envy towards trans people who have figured at least some parts of themselves out.

But I'm pretty sure I'm just being an idiot. Maybe the reason I don't feel trans is because I in some way 'other' transhood, make it into something external and outside of myself because I see it as a community of people I'm not a part of. I see queerness in general as a community I'm not a part of, because how can I be a part of it? How could I possibly belong to any group? I've spent so much of my life balancing between being discarded and "tolerated".