chaos makes the muse

an extensive though non-exhaustive solutions flowchart, by mem.

You’ve found yourself in a darkened void, your post utterly refusing to show up in the tags. Again. It’s okay. We’ve all been there. Scream into a pillow, offer sacrifices to the nearest tumblr deity, grab some tea. Better? Good. Now, let’s go through your options, one at a time—if the first thing on the list doesn’t work, reset and go to the next one.

1. the problem is the tags.

If you have a tag no one has used before, remove it.

If you have a tag you’ve never used before, remove it.

Make sure there’s not more than twenty tags.

Make sure there’s not more than five tags.

Make sure you don’t have super long tags.

Remove all tags, save, then put them back in one at a time, stopping when you find the tag that’s breaking it.

If it breaks on the first tag you try, delete it and try a new tag in case that was the broken tag.

2. the problem is the caption.

Don’t use non-tumblr links.

Don’t use tumblr links to someone else’s blog.

Don’t use tumblr links to your own blog.

Don’t use a content source.

Don’t use a caption at all.

3. the problem is your account.

If this is a new side blog, wait at least 24 hours before posting.

Make sure you don’t have any posts flagged.

Go to settings > your blog > Hide <blog> from search results. Tab this on. Save, refresh, then tab off. Repost gif.

4. the problem is the posting method.

Create on the dash and post immediately.

Create in drafts, post immediately from drafts.

Create in drafts, post from your queue.

Create in drafts, wait an hour, then post from drafts.

5. the problem is the gif itself.

Remove each gif one at a time until you find the problem.

Recrop/colour the problem gif and/or multiple gifs.

Remove a few frames from the problem gif.

Decrease the file size of the largest gif(s).

If none of the above options work, try waiting a few days and posting again. If it’s still not showing up at that point, if you’re feeling exceptionally daring you can try messaging staff about it. Note: if you get an automatic reply, reply to that email, and allegedly that should net you an actual human.

A loud snap made them all jump.

Professor Lupin was breaking an enormous slab of chocolate into pieces.

“Here,” he said to Harry, handing him a particularly large piece.

“This is wrong. I was a bride, my dreams were taken from me. And now.. Now I’ve stolen them from someone else. I love you, Victor. But you’re not mine.”