A small tool to view real-world ActivityPub objects as JSON! Enter a URL
or username from Mastodon or a similar service below, and we'll send a
request with
the right
Accept
header
to the server to view the underlying object.
{
"@context": [
"https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams",
{
"ostatus": "http://ostatus.org#",
"atomUri": "ostatus:atomUri",
"inReplyToAtomUri": "ostatus:inReplyToAtomUri",
"conversation": "ostatus:conversation",
"sensitive": "as:sensitive",
"toot": "http://joinmastodon.org/ns#",
"votersCount": "toot:votersCount",
"Hashtag": "as:Hashtag"
}
],
"id": "https://mastodon.social/users/dogtrax/statuses/7450563",
"type": "Note",
"summary": null,
"inReplyTo": null,
"published": "2017-05-29T10:23:45Z",
"url": "https://mastodon.social/@dogtrax/7450563",
"attributedTo": "https://mastodon.social/users/dogtrax",
"to": [
"https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public"
],
"cc": [
"https://mastodon.social/users/dogtrax/followers"
],
"sensitive": false,
"atomUri": "tag:mastodon.social,2017-05-29:objectId=7450563:objectType=Status",
"inReplyToAtomUri": null,
"conversation": "tag:mastodon.social,2017-05-29:objectId=724849:objectType=Conversation",
"content": "<p>My great-grandfather never tired of telling the story of the lost guitar. It had followed the family through the ages, packed up with love from the old country to the new. Strings snapped. Neck chipped. Holes repaired. But, oh, that sound. He'd close his eyes and recall the way notes floated on air when she played. I'd notice the tears and remain quiet, wondering where our family's muse had gone to, and how we might find it yet again. The lost guitar played songs for me, too. <a href=\"https://mastodon.social/tags/smallstories\" class=\"mention hashtag\" rel=\"tag\">#<span>smallstories</span></a></p>",
"contentMap": {
"en": "<p>My great-grandfather never tired of telling the story of the lost guitar. It had followed the family through the ages, packed up with love from the old country to the new. Strings snapped. Neck chipped. Holes repaired. But, oh, that sound. He'd close his eyes and recall the way notes floated on air when she played. I'd notice the tears and remain quiet, wondering where our family's muse had gone to, and how we might find it yet again. The lost guitar played songs for me, too. <a href=\"https://mastodon.social/tags/smallstories\" class=\"mention hashtag\" rel=\"tag\">#<span>smallstories</span></a></p>"
},
"attachment": [],
"tag": [
{
"type": "Hashtag",
"href": "https://mastodon.social/tags/smallstories",
"name": "#smallstories"
}
],
"replies": {
"id": "https://mastodon.social/users/dogtrax/statuses/7450563/replies",
"type": "Collection",
"first": {
"type": "CollectionPage",
"next": "https://mastodon.social/users/dogtrax/statuses/7450563/replies?only_other_accounts=true&page=true",
"partOf": "https://mastodon.social/users/dogtrax/statuses/7450563/replies",
"items": []
}
},
"likes": {
"id": "https://mastodon.social/users/dogtrax/statuses/7450563/likes",
"type": "Collection",
"totalItems": 2
},
"shares": {
"id": "https://mastodon.social/users/dogtrax/statuses/7450563/shares",
"type": "Collection",
"totalItems": 0
}
}