Official Bugs and Suggestions Thread 5

^ It works for me, not sure if he fixed it already or if it's an issue on your end. But it's all good here. What web browser are you using? Because it works on Chrome mobile web browser.

So it looks like if it's an image supplied by a link it opens up the image link in a new tab, but if it's an image uploaded by a user it downloads it. At least it did when I tried to open an image I just uploaded to my profile and tried opening it from there. I wonder if something happened in the code for the site. Maybe it somehow rolled back to the legacy MIME type, or it was configured to use it.

Happens both on browser & mobile Chrome for me, idk if thats really the problem tho but I tried "open image in mew tab" for your pic you upload (for example) and it downloaded it instead.

Was doing that for me as well. Used to be able to just copy a link of an already posted pic but now it just makes my phone dl the image when I try to procure the link.

https://i.ani.me/0342/8970/screenshot_20221204-221617-936.png Maybe I'm doing it differently, but I can copy paste fine.

Something that has been happening for a while, when press Forums to hop to a specific section, Serious, Random, etc., the page loads, but when I scroll down the list it's like the page reloads again for some reason and makes my screen jump back to the top. Is this happening to anyone else?

I've had the pages randomly switch topic on me from time to time. I've also noticed certain pictures I posted previously suddenly switch to "User Supplied Image."

The line breaks only function so far down. I posted part if the Raven on a thread a couple days ago, and it lost the line breaks. Will follow up in the next post to show.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more.” Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating “’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door— Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;— This it is and nothing more.” Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, “Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;— Darkness there and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?” This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”— Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. “Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore— Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;— ’Tis the wind and nothing more!” Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door— Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door— Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, “Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”