#the sheer frequency of their posts

[prussianmemes]

exposure to ukrainian anti-communist groups really is not healthy for the mind or soul

[nekrophoria]

Okay, yeah I give up.

[looselipssinkships-x]

every day i repress the urge to write an au where patrick did abandon music and started a different career

[liliaceaae]

one thing about me is that i ALWAYS care about my moot’s OCs‼️‼️

if no body’s got you, Lili’s got you‼️‼️

every time I post abt my ocs I feel like a tyrant king playing cricket in front of the court, and every time I hit the ball I turn around and my trusted advisors are there going “wonderful shot my lord” “absolutely phenomenal my liege” “shall we invade the neighboring kingdom again your majesty” then I swirl my cup of wine and say “no…. I tire of these games… I shall rest for the evening” and they all cheer and say goodbye and then fill out all the holes I made bc I don’t know how to play cricket

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Eartha Kitt (Anna Lucasta, St. Louis Blues)—My friend and I have a saying: NOBODY is Eartha Kitt. A thousand have tried, and they've all come up empty and will continue to do so. Everyone knows her for something: from "Santa Baby" to Yzma in Emperor's New Groove to Catwoman to making Lady Bird Johnson cry for the Vietnam War. She was a master of comedy and sex, an extremely vocal activist, and she aged like fine wine... I honestly don't know what I can say about her that hasn't already been said, so I'll stick to linking all my propaganda. Like what else do you want from me. She was iconic at everything she ever did. Literally name another. How can anyone even think of her and not want to absolutely drown?

Hedy Lamarr (Samson and Delilah, Ziegfeld Girl)—Look. I'm sure someone has already submitted Hedy Lamarr because she was spectacularly beautiful, and a very strong lady too: she fled both an abusive marriage AND nazi persecution at a very young age and rebuilt a life for herself pursuing her love for acting all on her own!! Her career as an actress was stellar; while she began acting outside of Hollywood (her very first movie, Ecstasy, won a prize at the Venice Film Festival), she conquered American hearts very quickly with her first movie in the US, Algiers, and then just kept getting better and better. If all this isn't enough, she was also an inventor: her invention of the frequency-hopping spread spectrum radio transmission technique forms the base of bluetooth and has a lot of applications in all kinds of communication technologies. I think that deserves a prize, don't you?

This is the final poll of the Hot & Vintage Movie Women Tournament. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

THIS POLL LASTS FOR 24 HOURS.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Eartha Kitt:

"A hot vintage woman who was not just known for her voice, beauty, poise, and presence, but also her unapologetic ways of speaking about how she was mistreated in the show business as a girl who grew up on cotton fields in South Carolina in the 1930s through the 1940s coming to Broadway first and then Hollywood."

"Have you watched her sing?? Have you seen her face?? Have you heard her talk?? How could you not fall instantly in love. She makes me incoherent with how hot she is."

"She can ACT she can SING she can speak FOUR LANGUAGES she is a GODDESS!!! Although she is (rightfully) remembered for her singing, TV appearances (Catwoman my beloved), and later film roles, her early appearances in film are no less impressive or noteworthy!! She’s an amazing actress with so much charisma in every role. She was also blacklisted from Hollywood for 10 years for criticizing the Johnson administration/Vietnam War, so. Iconic. Also Orson Welles apparently called her “the most exciting woman in the world.”

"She had such a stunning, remarkable appearance, like she could tear you to shreds with just a glance- but the most undeniable part of her hotness was her voice, and it makes sense that it's what most people nowadays know her for. Nothing encapsulates the sheer magnetism of her singing better than this clip of her and Nat King Cole in St. Louis Blues, she pops in at 2:49. Also I know it's post-1970 but her song that was cut from Emperor's New Groove is likely to make you feel Feelings."

"Even with as racist as Hollywood was in the 1950s and 60s, Eartha Kitt STILL managed to have a thriving career. She also once had a threesome with Paul Newman and James Dean, and called out LBJ over the Vietnam War so hard that it made First Lady Johnson cry. Eartha Kitt was talented, sexy, and a total badass activist."

Hedy Lamarr:

"The only person you can find both on the Hollywood Walk of Fame and in the Inventor's Hall of Fame--her radio-frequency-hopping technology forms the basis for cordless phones, wi-fi, and a dozen other aspects of modern life. She was also passionate in her efforts to aid the Allies in WWII (unsurprising for a Jewish-Austrian Emigree to America), and her name served as the backbone for one of the best running jokes in what is possibly Mel Brooks' best movie. Look, Louis B. Mayer apparently believed he could plausibly promote her as "The world's most beautiful woman". Is an entire website full of people going to be less audacious than one Louis B. Mayer? I didn't think so!"

"Described as "Hedy has the most incredible personal sophistication. She knows the peculiarly European art of being womanly; she knows what men want in a beautiful woman, what attracts them, and she forces herself to be these things. She has magnetism with warmth, something that neither Dietrich nor Garbo has managed to achieve" by Howard Sharpe, she managed to escape her controlling husband (and Nazi Germany) by a) Disguising as her maid and fleeing to Paris or b) Convincing the husband to let her wear all of her jewelry to a dinner, only to disappear afterwards. Also she was particularly clever and helped develop Frequency-Hopping Spread Spectrum (I can't really explain it but anyway...)"

"Her depiction of Delilah and Samson and Delilah just lives rent free in my head. The woman was gorgeous."

"One of the most beautiful women ever in film, spoken by many critics and fans. Beautiful shapely figure, deeper seductive voice, and often played femme fatale roles. She was also brilliant and an inventor. Mainly self-taught, she invested her spare time, including on set between takes, in designing and drafting inventions, which included an improved traffic stoplight and a tablet that would dissolve in water to create a flavored carbonated drink, and much more."

"Gorgeous and brilliant pioneer of modern technology and the middle part."

[thebluester2020]

[ZZZ] Kinktober Day 2: "Knotting"

Summary: After walking in on your boss and seeing that he was struggling with his rut, it's only right for you to let him knot you after walking in on him!

Warning(s): Gentle sex (Kinda? It's mostly focused on the reader being fucked while Lycaon has a knot ngl), Dirty talk, Lycaon being a tease,

Side Note(s): I should have mentioned this in my original post for Kinktober but I didn't so I'll mention it now—

These fics will unfortunately not be as long as the ones I typically write 😔. Here and there I may write something longer if I'm super duper inspired, or if I just find myself wanting more lore than anything but it'll be pretty rare since I'm pumping out a fic per day for this entire month 💪 ✨

Anywho— I hope y'all enjoy more of me ranting about how much I love the wolf guy.

"The least you can do...is help me..."

That was the last sentence you remembered Von Lycaon saying to you before you were snapped back to the present via a particular harsh thrust, a moan tearing from your throat as you clawed at the wooden floor underneath you. To own up to your mistakes, you should have taken a hint that there was a chance that Lycaon was doing something...private via the rapid panting and groaning you heard from behind his door when you returned fresh from running some errands.

Now you found yourself stripped of your clothes and lying on the hard wooden floor, Lycaon's torturing you with his slow yet fierce thrusts as he rocked you steadily on his knot, your head locked into a headlock as a trail of drool escaped the corner of your mouth and trailed down onto the wolf thiren's forearm.

"L-Lycaon—fuuckkk..." You dumbly moaned, not knowing if you pleading for him to speed up or to let you rest for a moment.

He took it as a sign that you wanted him to speed up, the sudden increase in pace as he fucked into you with more vigor making your moans increase in volume and frequency. Lycaon smirked at the lewd sound of your pussy struggling to take his fat knot, and here he thought you were actually telling the truth when you told him so eagerly that you could "help him"!

"Such a shame Miss Y/N, where did all your confidence when you barged into my quarters go?" He said into your ear, his teasing tone making you clench as you unconsciously scratched at his forearm, struggling desperately to keep your head above the waters and not completely drown in the addictive feeling of his cock dragging against your walls. "Surely you can last a few more rounds?" He panted.

"You owe it to me for such a blatant display of rudeness earlier."

His ear twitched at you whining out his name before he stilled with a guttural hiss at your umpteenth orgasm. The sheer force of your orgasm pushing out some of his cum that he had so dutifully stuffed into you earlier, the idea of his precious seed being wasted...especially after you had begged him to fill you up and use you as he pleased in order to ease his rut. Although you did well to reduce his rut, the feeling of your tight walls wrapping so snugly against his cock eased the burning feeling in his chest that he struggled to get rid of earlier.

Still, the idea of you pregnant and round with his pups.

He couldn't get it out of his mind, the mental image becoming clearer and clearer in his mind as his thrusts picked back up to the brutal pace he set earlier. "L-Lycaon?!" You gasped. "W-What are you—Ah!—I thought you were—"

The wolf thiren clicked his tongue. "I won't be done with you for a while Miss Y/N." He said. "Until my knot goes down, I'll be making use of your services until then."

It seemed you were in for a long rest of the day ahead of you.

[veerbles]

Pynch Fic Rec Wrap-Up

35 fics you would be doing yourself a favor by reading. divided into 5 (+1) neat categories for your convenience.

GOATs

the best to ever (ever ever) do it.

Free as a Bird by pinkhorizon rating: M | wc: 31k (10 chapters) | musician au this fic is at the very top of this top tier list not because my heart was pounding and I was giggling and teary-eyed and overwhelmed and emotional throughout it - although it's all true; but because I obsessed over it non-stop for a week after reading it, and still think about it with alarming frequency. this is, truly and embarrassingly, my roman empire. if you ever read an au from this fandom, please dear lord: let it be this one.

Ronan is the lead guitarist of the Ravens, and Adam is a roadie. Romance ensues.

Friends We Keep by pinkhorizon rating: M | wc: 56k (10 chapters) | non-magical future this section of the list only has three recs, and this is the second one by pinkhorizon. this is not by mistake. in this case, ronan and adam are occasionally friends with benefits but continuously deeply in love; this fic gives you the kind of good pain that puts a lump in your throat but keeps you so, so hopeful for that happy ending because it earns it. for bonus points, it deals with mental health issues and trauma and just all the heavy stuff from canon in a truly superb way.

Adam doesn’t know what he wants, and Ronan wants whatever he can have.

Fall Back by flightspath rating: E | wc: 14k (6 chapters) | college au unlike free as a bird, I didn't fall into obsession with this fic immediately. I read it once and enjoyed it, found myself craving a reread shockingly soon thereafter, and loved it more and more each time. I only noticed how special it was when I easily passed the 10+ rereads. much like adam and ronan in this fic, friends with benefits whose feelings creep up upon, my deep pure love for this fic creeped up on me.

Adam, at the library, scanning books with a pen behind his ear. Adam, trudging across the quad in the snow. A recurring dream, all throughout fall semester, a bright spot in Ronan’s days.

Canon Compliant

* compliant with the original series; I tend to ignore td3's existence.

Of Being the Tenders of Gardens by shaenie rating: E | wc: 85k it's honestly beyond my comprehension how this fic isn't its own classic in this fandom, if only for its arguably unparalleled focus on the magic system and adam's powers and the connection to cabeswater. in short, it's a post-canon take on adam and ronan trying to bring cabeswater back, but not by dreaming a new one.

It's Adam Ronan takes to what he thinks might be a remnant of Cabeswater first.

Rock Me Like by zephfair / @zephfair rating: E | wc: 6k I read many fics about different aspects of adam and ronan cohabiting during the summer after high school, but I specifically liked how this fic alludes to their different upbringing in the more practical ways.

When bad weather threatens the Barns, Adam does his best to take care of his loved ones.

negative capability by smileymikey / @smileymikey rating: G | wc: 3k the general consensus is that these two find it easier to communicate through touch than through words, so I really liked how this tackles the way touch may present its own issues as well.

If Adam were poetic, he and Ronan would be spinning planets, constantly drawn together by gravity and the sheer power of the universe, sometimes aligning so they would be both at the furthest points of their orbits at the same time with millions of miles of emptiness and dust between them, but sometimes aligning so they would be at the other edge of their orbits, hovering inches away from one another, the dust between ionised and pulsing with tension. But he’s not. So they’re just assholes.

lavender and burning skin by deathlessaphrodite rating: E | wc: 8k very early in their relationship, spending time in the barns with the lynch brothers and fumbling around sex and communication the way god intended.

To: Adam Parrish From: Ronan Lynch Subject: (no subject) come round tonight? not if you’re working obv r. Adam stared at the email for several seconds before he could even begin to comprehend it. Ronan Lynch and email did not belong in the same sentence.

Between Eternities by BeautifulSoup / @thebeautifulsoup rating: T | wc: 12k (10 chapters) actually fucking brilliant vignettes of moments from the year after trk ended.

The world is waiting for them. Not the world they saved last night, but the other one. The solid, undreamt and undreamlike world of Aglionby and Ganseys.

Wringing Out the Hours by quietcoast / @sentimentalspiders rating: T | wc: 8k one of the very few future fics which gave me that exactly-right feeling.

It felt irresponsible to leave. He had willed the thought away, and breathed in the sleep-sweat of Ronan’s neck instead. He thought about the scratch of Ronan’s jaw, and the soft fury of his mouth. He thought about how far into the drive his first exit would be. He thought about Opal, who had hidden herself in the enthusiastic buttonbush that grew alongside the house; she had taken to crouching there whenever it looked like Adam and Ronan were doing things related to Leaving, and had gnawed an entire branch clean. She watched them as they swayed and whispered, and Adam had thought she would stay in the bush and not come see him at all, but he was wrong: at the last minute she had been unable to stand it, and had burst out to wrap herself around his legs. It was impossible to leave them. He had gotten in the car.

The hang of being alive again by Goshen (applecrumbledore) / @goshen-applecrumbledore rating: E | wc: 13k I can say with a good amount of authority that I've read every single iteration of immediately-post-canon pynch, and every single take on their first time, and this is just the most heart-stopping and disarming and gorgeously written one of them all.

Falling for Ronan had felt like going to speak at the same time as someone else after a long silence, two people bumbling over their words to say, no, sorry, go ahead before one of them says what they were going to say.

Roses in Between My Thighs by orphan_account (*) rating: E | wc: 6k I marked this with an asterisk because technically speaking, it's not canon compliant - it was written before the series was completed. but its grasp on the characters is so good that it's honestly impossible to tell it wasn't written post-trk, so I'm counting it.

Four things that could have ruined them but didn't.

Canon Divergence/Non-Magical

where the setting is close enough to the original universe, with minor changes.

Never Knock by burn_it_slow / @burn-it-slow rating: E | wc: 28k | non-magical adam goes off to college and unintentionally loses touch with his best friend ronan, all the while realizing he's in love with him. a summer later they meet again. also: all the emails adam never sent, but probably should have.

“We good here?” Ronan sweeps a knuckle across his lower lip and glares at Adam as if daring him to say something about… any of this whole situation. Whether it’s the destroyed car, the forgotten phone number, or the gratuitous kiss from a super hot dude with an expensive motorcycle, Adam can’t exactly determine.

A Strange and Complicated Thing by ungoodpirate / @ungoodgatsby rating: T | wc: 39k (12 chapters) | non-magical a retelling of select parts of a non-magical canon if adam and ronan started sneaking around to hook up first and became friends and boyfriends later - with a slow and excellent build of emotional intimacy.

Didn’t Adam Parrish deserve nice things? Didn’t Adam Parrish deserve to be pushed against the back wall of Boyd’s and be kissed like he was addictive by a boy who had the cheekbones of a model? Didn’t he deserve hands grasping at his waist with an eagerness to be held close that Adam had never known? Adam Parrish didn’t have many nice things in his life, and he wasn’t going to question this one that had happened unanticipated this one random, Saturday afternoon.

every dream i've ever had has been of myself by cloverspies / @parrishh rating: T | wc: 8k a different version of how their first kiss could've gone that literally had me breathless and kicking my feet.

Chasing down a mysterious address left behind by a dead psychic was much more attainable than getting ice cream, which was all sorts of messed up but also the truest thought Ronan had had all day, so he shifted into reverse and peeled out of the two spots the BMW had been taking up without even bothering to glance at his mirrors. He was already burning rubber, practically drifting around the corner of the parking lot exit, when he asked, "Where to?"

Every Stupid Little Thing by Diana_Dreams / @diana-dreams rating: M | wc: 10k a canon-divergence vaguely placed in the timeline in which floundering teenagers struggle through expressing their emotions. more importantly, this has a first kiss car scene that still lives rent free in my brain.

Courting. Jesus. It sounds like an awful joke. Parrishs don't court. They get girls knocked up and beat the shit out of the people they're supposed to love.

Alternate Universe

A Moment in Time by pinkhorizon rating: M | wc: 132k (20 chapters) falling in love, getting together, breaking up, pining, getting back together, all crafted by pinkhorizon's masterful hand. if you're still not convinced to read all of their works: why, and also, do.

Ronan likes being alone. Adam's looking for summer work.

(i’ll clean up) the mess that you are by ecoterrorism / @bartskull rating: M | wc: 5k there's just something about baseball au's and soulmatism.

It will work because Adam willed it so. Even when Ronan doubts God, he still knows better than to doubt this.

go running by thesehands / @ahotknife rating: E | wc: 72k (5 chapters) emotionally unavailable rich professional adam starts having kinky sex with his co-worker's brother ronan and somehow convinces himself there are no feelings involved. then it blows up in his face.

most of the time, ronan takes his crucifix off when they have sex. sometimes, he doesn't. sometimes, adam thinks he might be ready for a relationship. most of the time, he doesn’t.

light by paintedpolarbear rating: T | wc: 3k a paramedic au with the tangible sort of attraction that makes you want to read meet-cutes in the first place.

When the tones drop at four in the morning, Adam briefly entertains the fantasy of rolling over and getting more sleep. Then he puts his boots on.

seek ye the living by charactershoes / @charactershoesfic rating: T | wc: 40k (9 chapters) a fleabag au that I enjoyed with all my whole ass self despite committing the cardinal sin of not really enjoying fleabag. this deals with grief and religion and god-slash-magic and purpose versus autonomy in a way that changed my interpretation of trc forevermore.

Ronan says, “What’s the church’s stance on fratricide?” “Frowned upon,” says the almost-priest. He’s got a remote, orphan-eyed face like something off a prayer card, but his voice is as Henrietta as cicada song. “Although there’s precedent.”

gets late early by charactershoes / @charactershoesfic rating: G | wc: 18k I've already made my point about baseball au's and soulmatism, so let me add this: there is just something about authentic depictions of teenage boys and their repressed emotions. also, like, essentially everything by this author is gold.

That year, Ronan was Declan Lynch’s Little Brother, The Kid With The Dead Dad. That year Adam Parrish was The Public School Kid. That year Adam Parrish was God’s Gift To Southpaws. That year they went to the league championship and blew it badly. Next year, Ronan was Academically Ineligible. Next year, Adam Parrish was gone. Now, Ronan is a senior and starting catcher on the Aglionby Ravens. Now, Adam is back on the clubhouse bench, tightening the ragged laces on his cleats.

A stillness at once awful and sublime by Wisteria_Leigh / @purrincesscatitude rating: T | wc: 18k adam experiences a crisis and applies to be a fire lookout on an isolated mountaintop in montana. this is a truly remarkable lesson in interweaving canon into a completely alternate setting, which manages to be both beautiful and poignant.

It’s a momentary lapse of emotional regulation, if one is generous. An absolute fucking meltdown, if one is honest. When Adam comes back into his body, he’s lying on his bed, empty styrofoam staining his duvet with red chili oil, blank-eyed scrolling through his LinkedIn feed of job openings at Harley-Davidson for motorcycle engineers. He doesn’t want to work for Harley; he’s got brand loyalty to Honda. Also, being a mechanic again would be backsliding, and he is absolutely, most certainly, not backsliding. No, he just needs a sabbatical. A break from reality. Something temporary. Remote. Far from Virginia. Then he sees it: "Fire lookout."

The Course of Certain Stars by quietcoast / @sentimentalspiders rating: T | wc: 9k truly an exemplary take on adam's characterization and the existence of demons and the catholic church.

Once upon a time, Adam Parrish had not - if you’ll pardon him - given a good God damn about God or the devil. At eleven, Adam took for granted that praying did not mean an answered prayer. At twelve, he understood that devil was just another word for the man who lived in his house and shared his eye color. At thirteen, Adam realized that, actually, he was fucking wrong, that the devil was literal and maybe so was God. He knew this because one day, a demon crept into his parents’ trailer. As an adult, unmaking the rules of good and evil consumed Adam Parrish. Proving his experience was the undercurrent to everything he did. That was why it was so absolutely fucked up that when he did finally encounter a demon for the second time, he wasn’t even trying to do it.

Careful the Tale You Tell by shinealightonme rating: T | wc: 26k (4 chapters) if there's one thing I like, it's trope subversion. this had that misty, fairytale-like grimms vibe and incredible relationship development, but more notably, it managed to not be at all what I was expecting.

Ronan makes a deal with a witch. It's okay, though. He'll never have to go through with his end of the bargain.

This Is Canon To Me

a collection of short fics-turned-headcanons that you could not pry from my cold dead hands.

How To Train Your Fire-Breathing Reptile by pinkhorizon rating: T | wc: 1k if you weren't hoping for this during the end of tdt, idk what is up with you.

If you asked Adam, Ronan's latest dreamthing is absolutely not a dragon. (If you asked Ronan, it totally is.)

worship by ssstrychnine / @oneangryshot rating: T | wc: 1k do you ever remember that ronan canonically worships adam like his god. because I sure do.

ronan dreams stained glass.

oreos and peanut butter by lizpaige / @lizpaige rating: G | wc: 1k this is actually bronan in a pynch disguise, and I fully mean that in a complimentary way.

Adam shows up at Monmouth after work and Gansey is breathing into a paper bag while Blue pierces Ronan's ear with a sewing needle and an apple Parent Trap style.

Dog Days by cheeryos / @cheeeryos rating: T | wc: 1.5k I legitimately wondered about this while reading trb and was sad it never came up again.

Ronan picks up a surprise for Adam.

Unfold Me by cherishadamparrish / @cherishadamparrish rating: N/A | wc: 1k the idea of ronan pulling embarrassingly mushy things out of his dreams, especially after they have sex, is so important to me (you can also find this scenario referenced in another fic on this list, and it's great both times).

The entire bedspread was covered in a canvas of rose petals.

like a dog with a bird by charactershoes rating: G | wc: 3k so many attempts have been made at what this conversation would be like, but none have stuck with me quite as much as this one, so this is the Canon one to me.

The bruises at Ronan’s neck are fading, the pools of dark green and purple dispersing. Adam knows intimately the phases of a bruise, how the brutal press of fingers washes out dingy and yellow. Still, if he looks, he can discern where his nails bit in, where his thumbs pressed hard against Ronan’s windpipe.  “I’m sorry,” he says. His hands shiver.  “Don’t start,” Ronan says.

out of the dark day, into the brighter night by York / @ellipsesetcetera rating: G | wc: 4k I always wished we'd seen more of their st. agnes sleepovers and their burgeoning friendship moments.

"Blink and you'll miss it. I'm not doing this shit all night, so when it does happen, don't be fucking daydreaming and gripe about it later like some —" "I won't miss it," Adam promised. "It's not a circus act." "Ronan. I won't miss it."

Honorary Mentions

made me laugh / surprised me somehow.

i told the moon about you by broyals rating: T | wc: N/A (10 chapters) mixed media fic, told through fake social media images

ronan lynch and adam parrish grew up together on the set of the strange case of jane armstrong, and as their careers took very different paths the media couldn’t help but compare them every step of the way, creating a rivalry that wasn’t quite there. as they accidentally feed into the rumors, they must now get along publicly to dispel them, and get to know each other once again.

vanitas vanitatum, omnia (pro Adam) by JayJEx rating: T | wc: 11k in a truly unhinged post-canon universe that somehow almost feels plausible, ronan becomes instagram famous.

“You can’t really blame him,” Ronan hears Adam shifting on the other end of the call, like he’s moving into a more comfortable position. “You’re using your phone. Willingly. That’s gotta be, like, a sign of the apocalypse, or something.”

should've left my phone at home ('cause this is a disaster) by shinealightonme rating: T | wc: 4.5k the only thing you need to know is that I laughed out loud through the vast majority of this fic.

Most of the interesting customers that Adam meets are terrible interesting rather than fun interesting. The hot guy who can't keep a cell phone alive might be both.

[vaspider]

Since I just turned off reblogs on another post that quickly went from "let's have fun" to "this is fucking awful, I'm taking away this toy," please read this BlueSky thread from rahaeli, who I don't think is on here.

Most of it I've c/p for ease of readability bc BSky's threading sucks.

Okay, it's time again to talk about what the experience of having a social media account with a bunch of followers (*) is like. (* "a bunch" of followers is platform dependent. I'm getting irritating shit at 2k on Bluesky I didn't get until 10k on Twitter.)

(Ugh, wait, nevermind, I hit 3k while I wasn't looking. Anyway.) Someone who has never had more than 100 followers literally cannot comprehend the sheer volume of the responses you get. Even if individual posts don't get a ton of replies, if you post with any frequency, it accumulates.

Once you hit the first degradation threshold, your experience gets a little bit shittier. It's overwhelming volume, but the people who are following you are mostly ideologically, socially, and culturally aligned to you. You have the same concept of social media manners.

You'll get a few duplicate comments, because nobody reads the comments before they reply, but they're mostly from cool people, so you just roll your eyes a little at the same joke five times. You still make friends. You still have fun and can wind up finding neat new people.

And then those neat new people retweet your stuff, and it starts reaching out to an audience of people who are less aligned with what you think of as social media manners. You start getting some replies you find obnoxious: they're in good faith, you can tell, but they just grate on you sometimes.

And then *those* people start reposting your more viral threads, and you get people following you who are three degrees of separation from the people you are most likely to vibe with. And three degrees of separation is the second degradation threshold.

The second degradation threshold is where you start getting the constant, low-grade sand-in-a-pearl annoyances. The person who wants to argue with everything. The 15 people making the identical shitty "joke" that's actually just doing the exact thing you're complaining about, "ironically".

The people who look at a post that contains no question marks and think "there is an implied question here and I will answer it!" and leap to offer the most basic advice that you already thought of because you have existed for more than three seconds and can, in fact, think of the obvious answers.

The people who are spoiling for a fight no matter what, because you used one word in the post that is their particular berserk button and they're going to scream at you for hating waffles because you said you like pancakes even though you never mentioned waffles.

It is constant. It is never-ending. You cannot escape it. Every time you post anything at all, opening the app means wading through twenty garbage replies for every reply from someone who is actually cool and you'd vibe with just fine if you chatted with them.

You want to bitch about a minor annoyance? There will be 40 people all giving you the same useless advice. You want to squee about something you're enjoying that's making you happy? There will be 40 people coming to scold you because that thing isn't morally pure enough.

Every post. Every day. About 75% of the time you compose a post, you will get halfway through writing it and think "I can't deal with the replies this will get today" and delete it. You stop talking about things you enjoy, because you're tired of people shitting on them.

You stop complaining about the tiny annoyances in your life that you want to bitch about, because weirdly enough you already HAVE tried the first fifteen obvious suggestions you're going to get, and you don't want to spend an hour explaining why they won't work to everyone who's "helping".

(But you can't just ignore the "helpful" posts and not engage with them, because then you start getting accusations of being "elitist" and "standoffish" and jesus, lady, we're just trying to help here, why do you have to be so fucking rude and stuck-up, you full of yourself bitch.)

If you are any less gracious to the 40th person than that person thinks they deserve, there is a very good chance they're going to call you a cunt and drag allot their friends in to dogpile you and make the site unusable for at least three days.

The third degradation threshold is when you start needing to regularly call your local police department and politely remind them there are people who get very mad at you online and will try very hard to have you murdered by armed agents of the state and you'd appreciate it if they didn't do that.

I first had that conversation with my local police department in 2003. It's gotten faster now, at least? You usually don't have to start by explaining what social media even is.

Bluesky has tighter thresholds than Twitter did. On Twitter it was nicely exponential: the breakpoints were around 1k, 10k, 100k. Bluesky is running faster. I'm getting Twitter 10k annoyances at a Bluesky 3k. I am trying very, very hard not to switch over into Twitter 10k defensive posting.

I want to leave the defensive posting back on Twitter. I really do. I want to be able to bitch about a thing without having to wade through 20 "go try [extremely obvious thing]". I want to post about a thing I enjoy without 20 people yelling at me I'm bad for enjoyjng it.

There's a difference between arguing about an idea (which I love) and the onslaught of constantly infuriating replies plucking at your last goddamn nerve. And the more "last goddamn nerve" replies you get, the crankier you are, and then people lose their shit at you because you snapped at them.

So maybe let's all start keeping a few principles in mind: 1) if there's more than one reply, check to see if your point has already been covered. If it has, you don't need to repeat it.

2) Even the funniest joke gets old after the 20th time you hear it in 3 hours.

3) "I'm going to jokingly do the exact thing you just were complaining about because ha ha the real joke is I would never do that asshole thing" is never funny, and it is indistinguishable from you actually doing the asshole thing.

4) If there is no question mark in the tweet, think twice about offering "helpful" advice unless you and the poster know each other *mutually*, not just parasocially, you know it's likely to be new info for them, and you ask "do you want to hear how I handle this?" first and get an affirmative.

5) If you are going to ignore 4, ask yourself "is this a suggestion that someone with a reasonable level of generalized adult knowledge would think of trying within the first 15 minutes of approaching the problem?" If so, do not suggest it.

6) Do you really need to nitpick that grammar, spelling, or word choice? Did you understand what they were trying to say before autocorrect mangled it or they blanked on the exact word they wanted and found a close one? If you understood the meaning, don't be their volunteer copyeditor.

7) Is someone excited about a thing you hate? Are they having fun with the thing? Is the thing a front for white supremacist recruiting or organizing the overthrow of the US government? If the answers are yes, yes, and no, respectively, shut the fuck up and let people enjoy things.

8) We are all occasionally That Commenter. If someone you have a pre-existing relationship with replies to you and lets you know you're being That Commenter, it's because they have a positive enough impression of you they don't want to go straight to block. Treat this like the warning sign it is.

9) It deserves repeating: remember the Law of Large Numbers. Even if you only commented once, you may be the hundredth irritating comment that person got that day. Bluesky's terrible threading makes this worse: people don't keep a single thread of mounting crankiness the way they did on Twitter.

9a) If someone's top tweet sounds really annoyed at something, maybe check their timeline or follow back their nested self-QTs to see what level of irritable they're at and over what so you don't step straight on the same rakes they've been dodging all day.

10) However, remember that BSky also doesn't show replies made by people the OP has blocked in a thread. If they post about a pattern that's making them cranky and you look and don't see anything, they probably already blocked the worst of it. They still saw it in their mentions in order to block.

I really cannot overstate how absolutely exhausting and soul-destroying the experience of having a large account can be. It's also somehow still rewarding, or we wouldn't do it. But especially if you're a woman or a person of color or a female POC, that balance is really, really close most days.

And of course, the ones who stay are the ones who do find it still rewarding enough to keep doing it despite the constant irritations.

From here, the thread moves into a conversation about stuff specific to BlueSky, but the majority of the thread is truly applicable to Tumblr as well.

You may be the first person to comment "op lives on a planet without music," or "op has never heard of [thing OP didn't mention for whatever reason]," but you're probably not, and at a certain point, it becomes like someone tapping a sunburn.

So yeah.

[fryingpan1234567]

some CHB headcanons

every cabin has LEDs around the inside, but there’s a constant battle over what color they are

Percy has his rippling back and forth from teal to blue and it looks like light dancing through water all over his walls and floor

the Apollo cabin can usually settle for orange and yellow as a common ground

the Aphrodite kids have a different color for each time of day and sleep with pink on the lowest brightness setting

the Hermes cabin has like ten different strips and they’re all constantly shifting

Demeter cabin’s shifts with the seasons

ANYWAYS MOVING AWAY FROM THE LEDS

they have movie nights, which I will talk about in a different post

before everybody goes back to school, the Aphrodite and Hecate cabins have a massive salon at the end of the summer with new haircuts and magic hair dye and outfit recommendations and fake but enchanted sturdy nails and a whole bunch of other stuff and basically it’s a week straight of spilling hot tea between everyone in camp

if someone asks where a camper got their hair done when they get back to school they just go “oh, um… summer camp.” and their friends will snort and be like bro isn’t summer camp the opposite of a makeover?? but they get no argument, just a shrug and a half smile

when I tell you pride month over there is a fucking riot

because Mr. D is in on it, right?? because he’s the god of gender?? and Chiron is aroace and has been raising dumbass gay heroes for literal centuries?? PLUS the sheer fucking amount of queer peeps up in there?? dude yeah

cabins competing for who shows the most pride

Demeter’s roof is covered in rainbow flowers

Hecate’s is enchanted to emit actual light in whatever flag colors of whoever uses the front door, even when they’re straight (it’s just a rainbow)

Percy collects a bunch of shed scales from the hippocampi at the bottom of the lake and then puts them all over his cabin

I could make a whole post about CHB pride but

every single Apollo kid is also a theater kid fight me

Rachel Elizabeth Dare painted a skateboard for Percy’s birthday and he brings it everywhere now, it even sits in his backpack at school

Leo, Annabeth, Percy, and Piper fucking love horror movies. Frank, Hazel, and Jason fucking hate them. They watch through their fingers, if at all

Piper loves the band Surfaces with all her heart, but she also is a die hard Green Day and P!ATD fan

Jake Mason is covered in burn scars up to his neck, just like Deadpool, just not bald lol

Hephaestus and Apollo kids faintly radiate warmth (like more so than a normal person)

the Stolls sometimes stay at camp year-round because their mom is off on international missions that are too high-risk for them to help with

the seven are AVID Smash Bros players

really everyone but

not as many people go to the Athena campers for help with homework as you might think, but whenever anyone does, they’re happy to help

the sun chariot blasts music at a frequency only the Apollo kids can hear, so their life kind of has a shitty soundtrack that consists of a mix of Broadway, Queen, modern stuff, and random bits of Beethoven every now and then

the Romans swear on few occasions

the Greeks know when to swear and when to be polite

the Valhalla peeps swear unbridled and all the time

the Egyptians never swear (in English)

for the longest time, Will Solace thinks the only gift from his dad is his healing prowess— which is obviously great, but he expresses being upset over the fact that he’s not very good at archery

well, considering this is the dumbass who didn’t bring a weapon to actual fucking Tartarus, Nico drags him to the weapon shack thing immediately afterwards and made him pick something out

he's immediately drawn to the Celestial Bronze shotgun.

Nico’s just like “what in the redneck shit did you just pick up” and Will jokingly aims it at his chest and grins and says “you know I’m from Texas, right?”

that’s how they find out Will is one of the damn best marksmen in Greek demigod history

some of the Disney nerds in the Apollo cabin sing What Once Was Mine to the little ones who need bandaids for knee scrapes and give them lollipops afterwards

Percy Jackson absolutely used to make poverty and struggle meal jokes all the time, but he got weird and concerned looks for it at CHB, so he kind of just stopped. But one day, aboard the Argo II, the PERFECT opportunity came up and he just HAD TO and as per usual— everyone else looked at him like he’s crazy— but Leo laughed so hard chocolate milk came out of his nose and that’s the story of how the two of them became Best Friends

[vortexbloom]

Hii! Could I please request yandere!stalker! Childe or Cyno with a female reader?🩷

Have a nice day/ night!🩷🩷

Heyyy ☺️ Of course!

I decided to choose Cyno btw.

Yandere Cyno as your Stalker (Headcanons)

Pairing: Yandere (Stalker) Cyno x Female Reader

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Warnings: Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Stalking, Yandere Themes.

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English isn’t my first/native language, so there might be misspellings etc.

I do NOT own any Characters!

Have fun reading this :D

Art by: @skedaddle_art on X (Twitter)

⟡ Cyno wouldn’t leave anything to chance. He’s meticulous, learning your habits, routines, and preferences down to the smallest detail.

⟡ He uses his skills as the General Mahamatra to gather information, tracking you with precision, always staying a step ahead.

⟡ Cyno rationalizes his stalking by convincing himself that he’s protecting you from the dangers of the world.

⟡ You might feel like you’re being watched, but you’d never catch him outright, he’s too skilled at hiding in the shadows.

⟡ His sense of justice becomes distorted when it comes to you. He believes it’s his duty to keep you safe, even if it means stepping far outside the bounds of what’s moral or legal.

⟡ Anyone he perceives as a threat to you (whether they are or not) is swiftly dealt with, always in the name of "justice."

⟡ Cyno maintains his calm, collected demeanor, which makes his obsessive tendencies all the more unsettling. Even when caught doing something questionable, he’ll justify it in a way that sounds almost logical.

⟡ His poker face ensures you’d never know the full extent of his obsession, even if you start to suspect something.

⟡ Cyno views you as someone who belongs to him, though he wouldn’t openly say it. Instead, he expresses it through his actions, like removing people he deems unworthy of your time.

⟡ His intense gaze follows you when you’re in public, though he keeps his distance.

⟡ Cyno’s devotion to you is absolute. He sees himself as your protector, confidant, and, eventually, your partner.

⟡ He believes that no one else could care for you as deeply or as thoroughly as he does.

⟡ Cyno would manipulate your surroundings to ensure you stay close to him.

⟡ He’d subtly scare off people you might date or become friends with, making them believe it’s in their best interest to leave you alone.

⟡ He’d "coincidentally" show up wherever you are, using his duties as an excuse for being there.

⟡ He might leave gifts for you, items that reflect his knowledge of your likes and dislikes. At first, they seem thoughtful, but the sheer specificity of them might start to unsettle you.

⟡ Cyno occasionally drops cryptic hints that he knows more about you than he should, often disguised as jokes in his signature deadpan humor.

⟡ He believes that his presence in your life is inevitable. If you try to distance yourself, he’ll patiently wait, convinced that fate (and his efforts) will bring you back to him.

⟡ Cyno doesn’t see his actions as wrong; he sees them as necessary for your safety and happiness.

⟡ You narrowly avoid an accident, only to later find out Cyno was nearby, watching and ready to intervene.

⟡ Wherever you go, Cyno isn’t far behind. He always has a plausible reason for being there, but the frequency becomes unnerving.

⟡ You notice people in your life pulling away, but Cyno remains a constant, always there to "comfort" you when you feel isolated.

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My Wifi was getting an Update while I was posting this, luckily, my post didn’t get deleted. 😅

Have a good day/night/evening/morning/afternoon ☼꥟☽

[shitpostingkats]

Give me a post canon Neku that's ever so slightly Spooky.

When he moves through the crowds on the street, there is a little bubble of space around him. Unconsciously, people step aside to give him room to pass. You can track him even in a throng of people, just by the small parting of the masses, the one man gap of space that naturally forms around him, as the citizens of Shibuya feel something mighty moving among their midst.

His pockets constantly jingle with pins. Every promotional button, every limited-time swag, he collects almost without thinking, fidgeting with them as he talks. It seems like he carries his entire collection on him at all times, more than it seems can even physically fit in his pockets.

He sees people on the streets that no one else can see. He'll give them a little nod, a look of sympathy, and, occasionally, toss a pin from his seemingly never-ending collection to them. For just a second, there's someone visible, like the sheer act of being acknowledged by the Legendary Player raises them a frequency or two, bringing them just a little closer to this plane. Then you blink and they're gone. Faded back into the hustle and bustle of the city like they were never there at all.

He's somehow a regular at every shop, every restaurant. Locals recognize him, greet him like an old friend. This isn't exactly weird, per se, but what is weird is he can't be more than twenty. How does he even have the time to become a fixture at every hotspot in town? When he walks into a cafe, the staff instantly knows what he's going to order. But if you ask, the cashier will look puzzled, and tell you, in an almost confused admission, that they don't think he's ever been here before today.

He'll answer questions without you even having to ask them. He'll respond to unvoiced thoughts, back of the mind though jumbles, know exactly what you're trying to say even if you can't fit it into words. Sometimes, he'll tilt his head, like he's listening to some distant music, and in that moment you're not entirely sure he isn't reading your mind.

[yellowwwcrayon]

Chapter 9 of Material Girl:

Cho Seok-woo had approved his follow request on Instagram when he got out of the shower and checked his phone that evening. He didn’t follow Junho back though. Hwang Junho: follow me back He toweled his hair semi-dry and changed into his sleeping shirt. Junho checked his phone again. The bastard had left him on read again. Hwang Junho: Cho Seok-woo follow me back!! I know you can see my messages He got the “seen” label a third time. Junho ground his teeth and typed: hyung, please follow me back Cho Seok-woo: k ❤️ “Gaesaekki,” he muttered under his breath. Junho was a bit woozy from the sheer amount of soju he and Kang Sae-byeok downed earlier that evening. He flopped onto his bed and went back to stalking Cho Seok-woo’s account. He’d shared golfing photos with Kang Daeho and gotten an onslaught of thirsty face or fire emojis in the comments. Junho posted three poops just to spice things up.

This was mainly a Junho x Salesman chapter 🤔 Idk how I got here tbh, but one thing led to another I guess. It's quite fun writing them. But Junho at least would probably prefer his brother with Gihun over Seok-woo.

They will get to this point (THEY WILL, don't know how yet lol, I am flying by the seat of my pants, no plans, just free writing):

(I'll probably slow the frequency of updates...I have some work stuff coming up, but always down to answer DMs <3)

[destiel-news-channel]

Didn't Noah participate in an event where he dressed up and made fun of Palestinian victims?

I looked this up on the internet and couldn't find anything, this seems to be misinformation. But I want to clarify something in general:

Even if he had done something like that, that would not have excused any homophobia or antisemitism directed his way! There is no action that someone can take to suddenly make them an acceptable target for hate speech/crime, death threats or similar. Antisemitism and homophobia are not excusable! So no matter whether or not you agree with Noah Schnapp, i think we have a responsibility to speak out against the way he was treated. Especially antisemitism is so prominent these days and way too few goyim speak up about it. Most even participate in spreading it, either maliciously or because of sheer ignorance. Sadly the malicious side is growing louder and louder (and bigger) these days, a terrifying number of self proclaimed leftists under them, and the ignorance is not getting less.

So what I also want to say: No matter how this ask was intended, maybe it's a genuine bid for information, maybe it's an attempt to correct the author of the post this is about, this very much reads like a way to justify the hate criticised in the post I reblogged. Because from my perspective I reblogged a post calling out the antisemitism and homophobia Noah Schnapp faced and anon came into my inbox to say 'but didn't he do...' I don't know if it was intented that way and I really hope it wasn't but that's sadly immediately what I thought of and probably what many Jews seeing this will think too as this kind of justification of antisemitism in particular is something that is happening in leftist circles with alarming frequency.

[vladigoros]

Daniil Mikhailovich Monakhov (Part 1/2)

18-year-old Russian vocational boarding school student who carried out the Bolsheorlovskoye shooting on 12 October 2020 in Nizhny Novgorod Oblast.

Note: A long detailed info-post about Daniil because nobody gives a shit about him, but I love him. Because of its sheer length, the post is divided into two parts. Part 1: Covers his personal background - family, education, social life, health history, and other biographical details. Part 2: Delves into the October 12, 2020 shooting - the sequence of events, manhunt, aftermath, motive, and broader reactions. Check out part 2 here. A PDF file is also available for a more comfortable read.

Happy reading.

Background

Daniil Mikhailovich Monakhov (Russian: Даниил Михайлович Монахов) was born on June 6, 2002, in Russia. At the time of the attack, he was 18 years old. He lived with both parents and a younger sister, seven years his junior. He was described as coming from a well-off family, carrying a modern phone, and wearing decent clothing. 

Family and Upbringing

Despite the outward comforts of family life, Daniil reportedly showed little emotional attachment to his parents. His relationship with his father was said to be distant and, at times, tense. A former classmate recalled that Daniil once mentioned having experienced physical abuse. His father also had a history of drinking, and their interactions were otherwise unremarkable, aside from the shared bond over firearms and hunting, which appeared to be one of the few activities that brought them together. 

According to a friend, Daniil had taken an interest in hunting even before the 2020 pandemic. He first began accompanying his father on occasional trips, visited a shooting range several times in the summer, and later resumed hunting more regularly in the fall. A resident of Bolsheorlovskoye, the village where his paternal grandmother lived, recalled that the family had official forestry permission to hunt in the area. “The boy only recently got into hunting,” said a local man. “But the father has been hunting for at least ten years – birds, hares. He’d come out after work on Fridays and leave again on Sundays.”

Over time, weekend hunting trips with his father became a semi-regular routine, often coinciding with visits to his grandmother’s village. Despite these recurring visits, Daniil never made any friends in the area and remained largely unknown among the locals.

His bond with his mother, though seemingly more conventional, was also described to be emotionally flat and was not particularly close. His family dynamics were further complicated by his own mental and physical health struggles, which his friends noted but felt unsure about how much they influenced his relationships at home. He rarely seemed concerned with anything beyond his immediate interests; his world largely revolved around school and the small group of friends he had there.

Medical History

Daniil had been living with significant health issues since childhood. He was diagnosed early in life with a congenital heart defect, a condition severe enough to require medical attention beyond his hometown, which also ultimately disqualified him from military service. He underwent treatment in Moscow and was subject to periodic monitoring throughout his adolescence. In the months preceding the tragedy, his condition deteriorated. It was reported that a thrombus (blood clot) had formed near his heart, placing him at elevated risk. He was expected to undergo cardiac surgery, but this procedure had never taken place. Due to the severity of his condition, it was believed he had only a few years left to live – approximately 5, according to a recollection of his friend. As his condition declined, the frequency of his visits to Moscow became more recurrent and structured. It required him to travel to the capital roughly once a month, with each stay lasting up to 2 weeks. These repeated hospitalizations became a weary routine for him. An acquaintance recounted that it was overwhelmingly boring for him, once claiming to have gone “berserk” at younger patients who disturbed the ward. To pass the time, he scrolled social media feeds for hours or replayed the video game Injustice multiple times in its entirety, activities he had engaged out of sheer boredom rather than genuine interest.

In addition to his cardiac issues, Daniil exhibited signs of neurological or psychosomatic disturbances. He suffered from nervous tics, which could be triggered either spontaneously or through sensory stimuli. One particularly notable trigger involved his ears – any physical contact would cause them to redden and provoke a tic episode. His friends were aware of this sensitivity and avoided touching them. These tics were not attributed to stress or anxiety alone, but appeared to have an involuntary, almost reflexive nature.

School Life and Social Behavior

Daniil attended School No. 101, where former classmates described him as reserved and socially withdrawn, often keeping to himself. Consequently, some peers mocked his aloofness, but there were no reports of overt bullying or abuse. Though generally reserved and distant, he was not entirely isolated: during his earlier school years, he maintained a small circle of male friends, jokingly calling themselves a “gang,” and even had their own logo and matching printed T-shirts. Daniil was said to have dreaded the end of 11th grade, fearing the group would disperse to different universities.

School No. 101 in Nizhny Novgorod

Those close to him described him as smart, well-informed, and particularly noted his sharp, albeit morbid sense of humor. He often made dark and humorous remarks about politics, military affairs, and death. “It’s hard to consider Daniil a healthy person.”

Outside this circle, he rarely socialized and remained particularly distant from female classmates, only ever speaking to them to borrow pencils.

Warning Signs, Violent Media Fascination

Daniil, likely in 10th grade

Several classmates recalled warning signs in his behavior and conversations. He was reportedly open about his fascination with school shootings, often referencing Columbine and the Kerch massacre. He also spoke openly about his desire to purchase firearms and explosives, and was impatient to turn 18 to legally acquire them. One classmate said that he repeatedly expressed intentions to “stage a Columbine” of his own, though at the time, peers dismissed it as another example of his dark humor. No one believed he was capable of such violence because he was “weak and skinny.” Others noted that he watched videos related to the massacre as early as 9th grade and began experimenting with homemade explosive devices by the 11th grade. In February 2019, Daniil drew the attention of school authorities after discovering disturbing posts on his VKontakte (a Russian social media platform), where he praised school shootings. At one point, he set his VK profile picture to one of the Columbine perpetrators and updated his status to “Let the judgment day come.” He even changed his listed birthdate to April 20, 1999 – the date of the Columbine massacre. He spoke of launching an attack in the school cafeteria during peak hours. The plan allegedly involved a second student, and both intended to end their lives after carrying out the massacre. Despite the alarming signs, the school seemed to have prioritized damage control over prevention. Teachers and administrators urged students and parents not to spread the information. As stated by classmate Amina Isaeva, the first warnings came not from the school or police, but from a parent with ties to law enforcement. Students were discouraged from “causing panic” and warned that “the school could get into trouble.” Only about two dozen students and their parents learned of the plot, and on April 20, 2019, Isaeva and five others skipped school without providing their reasons, fearing a possible tragedy – though no incident occurred. The Investigative Committee confirmed that both the regional Center for Countering Extremism and the FSB were aware of Daniil’s behavior. Security forces visited the school with detection dogs, and Daniil underwent a "preventative conversation" during which he dismissed his remarks as jokes. The school took no further disciplinary action, and Daniil continued his studies.

College Years, Weapon Acquisition

In September 2020, he enrolled at the Nizhny Novgorod Professional Boarding College of Social Services, a vocational institution for students with disabilities. He studied digital information processing. Teachers described him as polite, quiet, and academically compliant, though he remained socially isolated and did not form close friendships at this school.

Nizhny Novgorod boarding school

According to records from the Russian National Guard (Rosgvardiya), after shortly obtaining his gun license, Daniil legally acquired a Hatsan Escort pump-action smoothbore shotgun on September 17, 2020. Multiple reports claim that it was a gift from his father, likely in acknowledgment of his long-standing fascination with firearms. However, a close friend from school – whom Daniil had known since 5th grade – stated in an interview with Daily Storm that he purchased the gun himself using his disability funds. “He dreamed of owning a gun – he bought it with his disability benefits and sent us pictures. He was as happy as a clam. I thought it would end with duck hunting.” Daniil reportedly spent years studying firearms, their mechanics, and tactics online, actively engaging in gun-related forums and communities. His acquisition of a firearm shocked some peers, given his earlier school attack plot.

In addition to his own shotgun, his father legally owned a second smoothbore firearm. Both weapons were reportedly kept in a safe at his grandmother’s residence in the countryside. Though his father had hidden the keys, Daniil discreetly kept track of their location.

Miscellaneous

Additional pictures of Daniil (because these are what we'll only ever have):

He was fond of playing video games, particularly Assassin’s Creed and S.T.A.L.K.E.R. On one of his social media accounts, he had Assassin’s Creed as his profile picture.

He liked to explore abandoned areas.

The hypocoristic form of his name is ‘Д��нчик’ (Denchik).

A close friend nicknamed him “Rex,” like a dog, which he accepted without offense and became an inside joke. 

He had an extremely low alcohol tolerance. "I remember he even had a birthday, we celebrated it, and that was the first time he drank alcohol. It was tequila – he got drunk right away," a source told Tsargrad.

A friend said that Daniil had once mentioned that if he were to die, it would be a shot to the head.

He had a deep affection for dogs, especially his “fussy” Chihuahua and a miniature pinscher gifted by his parents, a dog he had long wanted. Neighbors often saw him walking them and described him as unusually gentle with animals.

He was absent from all photo albums at the Nizhny Novgorod Boarding Vocational School, including those taken during Freshman Day, Teacher’s Day, Health Day, and the October campus cleanup.

Alongside with his heart condition, Daniil was reported to have bronchial asthma as well. However, this claim remains uncertain, as it appears in only a single uncorroborated report (that I can find, at least). A friend did offer a statement that might lend some credibility to the claim: “Lately, even just laughing would cause him to become short of breath.”

References:

https://meduza.io/feature/2020/10/15/da-nastanet-sudnyy-den https://meduza.io/feature/2020/10/13/pod-nizhnim-novgorodom-vsyu-noch-iskali-podozrevaemogo-v-massovom-ubiystve-ego-nashli-mertvym-v-neskolkih-sotnyah-metrah-ot-mesta-prestupleniya https://dailystorm.ru/chtivo/koshek-i-sobak-ne-trogal-on-celilsya-v-lyudey-reportazh-daily-storm-iz-nizhegorodskoy-oblasti-gde-podrostok-ubil-troih-pensionerov https://www.rt.com/russia/503279-russia-bus-shooting-nizhny-novgorod/ https://www.nn.ru/text/criminal/2020/10/16/69506003/ https://ngs.ru/text/incidents/2021/10/13/70189367/ https://radiosputnik.ru/20201013/monakhov-1579593848. htmlhttps://www.kommersant.ru/doc/5669774 https://sledcom.ru/news/item/1507416/?type=news https://www.dailystar.co.uk/news/world-news/gunman-18-who-killed-3-22836031 https://www.pravda.ru/health/1540443-monajov/ (bronchial asthma claim)

[inksandpensblog]

Sebastian Solace headcanons, mantis shrimp edition:

he has a carapace covering his back, under the jacket. it rumbles at a very low frequency when he's feeling territorial, though the effect is mostly smothered when he's carrying the weight of the scrambler.

he has meral spots (eyespots) on his arms. these are covered by his jacket and bandages, but when he feels threatened he will instinctively move in ways choreographed to display them in warning.

his "ear fins" are actually malformed antennal scales, which mantis shrimp use to communicate with each other via different movements and polarization of light. they may also have fluorescent spots that glow yellow in deeper, darker water.

the "back" of his tail looks segmented because of armored plating

I try to form headcanons that can be used to explain his anatomy as depicted in-game, limitations of a Roblox model and all. for that reason I wanna say it's possible that, despite his limbs possibly having the chitinous shell of a mantis shrimp, they may not actually have the structure or musculature required for the classic mantis-shrimp-punch, since they're clearly articulated like human arms rather than raptorial mantis-shrimp limbs (even if his lower arm does seem to rest in a raptor-position, it just doesn't bend the directions an actual mantis-shrimp arm would). but if you still want that for him...

he was spliced with a "smashing" mantis-shrimp type. assuming his sheer size doesn't slow him down at all, then not only can he punch with enough speed and force that the pressure change boils the water around the area of impact, but parts of his arms are actually bladed! could be his forearms, his palms, his fingers, whatever. being spliced with a smashing type could also mean that his aim doesn't need to be completely accurate, as the shock of the water-displacement might complete the job anyway even if his strike doesn't make contact.

(this could also be used to inform his behavior, as smashing mantis-shrimp types are foragers who find sedentary prey to hunt.)

he was spliced with a "spearing" mantis-shrimp type rather than a "smashing" type, and he doesn't actually have the speed that one would typically associate with mantis shrimps. but he does have barbs. these are also the ones that like to burrow in softer substrate; so if you want to go the route of his mantis-shrimp traits manifesting more in his behavior than in his appearance, he'd probably be more comfortable with digging or with burying himself in loose easily-shifted stuff.

(this could also be used to explain why he prefers not to leave his shop, or even to explain his shop as a concept, as spearing mantis-shrimp types are ambush predators who prefer to lie in wait for their prey rather than going out and actively searching for any.)

rather than the more commonly-known "spearing" or "smashing" mantis-shrimp types, he was spliced with one of the rarer "hatchet" types.

alternatively he could've been spliced with a "primitive smashing" or "spike smashing" or "hammer" type.

It's been extremely hard to find info on either of these latter two mantis-shrimp types so if any marine biologists have cool facts to add or sources to recommend (or corrections to make, or clarifications to provide, or specifics to emphasize, or) please feel free to chime in.

Unsorted sources will be in cascading reblogs since tumblr literally won't let me put them all in one post. For now though here's a few under the readmore to get started:

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AMARANTHINE - Dr. STONE

sum☆: "ᵉˡᵉᵍᵃⁿᵗ! "𝙰𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙴 (adj.) undying, immortal, eternally beautifulIn which Stanley Snyder, Xeno Houston Wingfield, and (Y/N) Ambrose were trapped in an unexpected stone world that had been petrified 3,700 years before. However, they were 'infiltrated' by some foreign brats all of a sudden.Of course, they don't give up without a fight, do they?

warnings:. all characters are 18+!!! violence. language. FICTION!! don't like it? scroll away!! first ever post on this app. english is not my first language, so ugh.(Dr. Stone x Reader)(Dr. STONE : New America City Arc) MANGA SPOILER

(CHAPTER 4) Z=152: Doctor vs. Doctor

As Chrome and Kohaku arrived at their designated vantage point, they were immediately struck by the sheer scale of the enemy factory. Its towering smokestacks and sprawling buildings dwarfed everything around it. Chrome, ever the strategist, was already on the line with the Perseus, relaying the latest intel.

"Perseus, come in! We have a new development," Chrome announced, her voice urgent.

On the Perseus, Senku and the others listened intently. "Got it. No more words," Senku replied, his tone equally serious.

"Right, since we're using radio waves, the enemy scientist could be intercepting our signal," Yuzuriha pointed out, her eyes filled with concern. Tsukasa nodded in agreement.

Just then, the Perseus received another incoming call. Magma, assuming it was Chrome, answered without hesitation. However, the voice on the other end was not Chrome's but that of Dr. Xeno, the mastermind behind the enemy forces.

"Greetings," Xeno said, his voice cold and calculating. "I presume this is your preferred frequency for communication?"

A wave of shock swept through the Perseus crew. The enemy had located their communication channel.

"MWAH HA HA! So you're the big bad guy, huh? You got guts!" Magma exclaimed, his bravado momentarily masking his fear.

"I apologize for my limited Japanese language skills," Xeno replied, his voice laced with disdain. "However, this conversation is not suitable for such primitive minds. I demand to speak with your science team leader."

The crew exchanged nervous glances. They knew who Xeno wanted to talk to.

"Put Dr. Taiju on the line," Xeno commanded.

Taiju, still dressed in his Gen costume, pointed at himself in confusion. "Me?"

Minami explained the situation to Senku, who realized immediately what was happening. "Ah, I see. This is Gen's doing," Senku said, picking his ear with his pinky finger. 

"Guess I'm tagging in for Senku," Taiju announced, his voice filled with determination.

"Taiju here! That's Dr. Taiju to you! So you're Dr. Xeno, huh? Pay attention, because I've got something to say to you," Taiju shouted into the phone. "Shooting people with machine guns without warning... isn't nice!"

Senku, Ukyo, and Yuzuriha couldn't help but chuckle at Taiju's naivete. 'Well, duh,' they thought in unison.

"My apologies," Xeno replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "My soldiers, Stanley and (Y/N), merely wanted to demonstrate the chasm between our respective levels of science."

"Now, Dr. Taiju," Xeno continued, "as a fellow science-pro yourself, you must surely realize... we already possess a Haber Bosch plant."

Taiju's eyes widened in confusion. "A Haber... thingy? That's awesome, Dr. Xeno!" he exclaimed, clearly out of his depth.

Senku quickly intervened. "Don't talk more than you need to, you big oaf, or the cracks will start showing," he warned Taiju.

Minami asked Senku what Xeno was talking about. "What is he talking about?"

Senku explained. "A Haber Bosch plant is a factory that makes ammonia. In short, with just water and air, they can produce unlimited gunpowder and ammunition."

"So that's how they can fire those machine guns all day long!" Taiju shouted into the phone.

"You get the gist, Dr. Taiju," Xeno replied.

The Perseus crew was impressed by Taiju's performance. "Who knew Taiju was such a performer?" Ukyo said.

Yuzuriha couldn't help but laugh. "More like up front and direct," she replied.

"We are a collective of professional adults," Xeno said, his voice filled with contempt. "Unlike your ragtag band of merry youths playing with science. Now, I hope you'll surrender at once and serve me. Nothing more, nothing less. You see, our population is lacking." 

Xeno explained that he didn't have enough manpower to de-petrify the statues and was therefore unable to expand his forces. He offered the Perseus crew a chance to surrender and serve him.

Ryusui realized why the enemy lacked revival fluid. Magma, however, was confused. "What's he mean? They don't have enough people? Why not just wake up the stone statues lying around everywhere?" he asked.

"HA HA! This tells us... they don't know about the revival fluid! Am I right?" Ryusui said confidently.

Xeno, realizing his mistake, asked how the Perseus crew had revived the statues. He was unintentionally revealing his ignorance of the revival fluid.

"Well, we..." Taiju began to explain, but Senku and Ryusui interrupted him. "We'll simply crush your group once we have the manpower to do so," Senku said, his voice cold and calculating.

Senku then revealed that they could have Corn City running with the formula. With that, Taiju rejected Xeno's offer, and Xeno promptly ended the call.

"You're never getting the revival fluid! Request denied, mister!" Taiju shouted into the phone.

"Very well. Negotiations have broken down then. What a shame," Xeno replied, his voice filled with disappointment.

Just then, the Perseus crew heard a noise and looked up to see another enemy plane flying overhead. The enemy had reinforcements.

"<Ooh, that's one whopper of a flagship,>" Stanley remarked, his eyes wide with amazement.

(Y/N), ever the daredevil, climbed onto the roof of the plane and sat in a makeshift seat, her machine gun ready. "<How cute~,>" she cooed, gripping the gun tightly.

Meanwhile, on the Perseus, the crew turned to Senku for guidance. "How can we fight back? We don't have an airstrip," Ukyo asked.

Senku's response was both unexpected and ingenious. "Then we just gotta make one," he replied.

"Where?" Ukyo asked, confused.

Senku pointed at the Perseus. "Here," he said. "We're going to build an aircraft carrier on the Perseus."

The crew was stunned. An aircraft carrier on a ship? It was a crazy idea, but it was also the only way to fight back against the overwhelming enemy forces. Senku announced that he and Kaseki would start building a runway.

"It's aircraft carrier time!" Senku shouted excitedly. "The Perseus is getting a total makeover!"