So this happened to me a few days ago, and I thought maybe sharing my experience could help someone if this happens to them in the future.
I was checking my Tumblr when suddenly I was logged out from it and given the usual Log In page. When I entered the details to access my blog, this appeared:
My heart skipped a bit. I tried to re-enter the details (maybe I got them wrong the first time), but no, the same message about Termination was shown. I typed my blog URL and got the
ominous
:
Same thing with my sideblogs.
So obviously I was very worried. I contacted the Tumblr support but didn’t get an answer for 48 hours, only an automated reply. I already started mentally saying goodbye to my blogs, my posts and all my followers, when finally I recieved their answer:
(In case you can’t see the picture, it says:
Hello, We’ve restored your account. Thank you for bringing this problem to our attention. We’re sorry that it occurred, and we’ll do our best to make sure that it doesn’t happen again. You should now be able to log in just fine with your email address and password. Please let me know if there’s anything else I can help you with.
My blog was restored and working normally. All my sideblogs were intact , and so were my posts and my followers. The only thing that was lost, is all the conversations by Messages. The people with whom you talked are still there, but all the history of the conversation is gone.
Alright so here is what you should do if this happens to you. Don’t panick like I did Click on the “contact support” link provided in the terminated window. Alternatively, go on Tumblr.com/support.
Politely explain your situation – give your blog URL, your mail, tell what happened exactly. I understand that the situation can be upsetting, but the person who will read the message and try to help you isn’t directly responsible for the termination of your blog. And sending an angry message with insults isn’t the best way to get your blog back either.
Wait for the reply of the team. If you feel like it takes too much time (more than few days for example), try to fill the Help/Support form again.
Once the team is in contact with you, keep the polite tone. Normally if your blog didn’t go againt the Tumblr rules and policies, you should getit back like I did.
Voila 🙂
Exact same thing happened to me two years back or so. I tried to log in and just, splat, blog dead.
OP is completely right. I contacted support, politely asked for help, and they got back to me (same day, in fact) and restored my blog.
really wish I had the same luck. literally never heard back from them after dozens of attempts from multiple emails. this whole site is a raging dumpster fire of a bigoted company that doesn’t understand it’s own brand, what “customer support” even is, or halfway decent interactive design. never have I seen a social media site so blatantly ignore it’s user base then wonder why it’s going down the shit hole.
I’m very much ready to throw my money at an alternative site and abandon ship here before it melts down beyond repair
Well, less interesting, and more completely and utterly full of shit. But still, it had killed two or three hours, and now she had a better idea of what was motivating the latest batch of hunters.
Hopefully there would be less of them in the States. Or less than the last time she was in America, at any rate.
(not that she couldn’t handle them of course, but it was getting increasingly harder to make people disappear this century. Bloody paperwork.)
She idly flipped through the book again. She should be thinking about a new name, but nothing she had come up with on the trip so far had been appealing to her.
Suddenly, a horrible shudder ran through the entire ship, accompanied a grinding noise so loud to her sensitive ears that Mariah actually blacked out, albeit momentarily, for the first time in 78 years.
Mariah sighed.
There were obviously more pressing matters at hand
Not to mention that sometimes decades or even a century or two will go without an active Mizar, how hard it can be to find/prove who Mizar is, the occasional record tampering Dipper will do to ensure people don’t look too deeply into the past wrt Mizar… the list goes on!
A/N: It took me a month, but to be fair my month was very busy!! Enjoy this new installment 🙂 We’re getting close to the end!
Torako meets Batoor, and Batoor introduces Torako and Dipper to his father. Bentley breaks out of jail, and Torako and Dipper finally find where the pocket dimension is attached to this realm, only to run into some…problems.
Chapter 9: Batoor Introduces his
English Tutor to his Dad
When they tessered into his bedroom,
Batoor startled and let out a strangled screech before scrambling from under
the covers and against the wall his bed is pressed up against. Torako didn’t
blame him. She was also kind of eyeing his bed and thinking about how nice it
would be to just lay down on it, but that was only peripherally relevant to
nearly frightening Batoor out of his skin.
Batoor, who looked like he was a
baby college student, hissed something in a language that Torako didn’t know,
but vaguely recognized as having heard before. Dipper hissed something back,
gesturing with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around Torako’s.
Torako looked around the room as
they discussed, presumably, Dipper and Torako’s sudden appearance. There were a
couple movie posters, holographic output fizzing out every once in a while, and
scrolling calligraphy crawled along the top of the walls, shifting every now
and then. The ceiling was painted in blues and blacks and golds, intricately
enough that Torako’s sleep-deprived brain spun the images into motion before
she had enough presence of mind to look away. There was a hint of vanilla in
the air, and the air was cool, like there was a breeze—when she looked over at
the window, it had been cracked open. Mountains lay distance, dull and dark
against the barely lightening sky. Torako yawned.
“Look,” Dipper said, as if reminded
Torako was in the room with him. “Let’s practice English, okay? Torako speaks
English. She doesn’t speak Dashto.”
“Fine.” Batoor curled his hands in
his blankets, gaze flicking from Torako to Dipper. “Why is she here? Why did
not you come when I called—”
“We’ve been busy,” Torako said,
language coming easy to her tongue after spending most of her life learning it.
“Sorry. I’m Tora. Our friend was kidnapped. Nice to meet you. What’s up?”
Batoor stared at her. Then, he
opened his mouth, and what came out was, “Fuck.”
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