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#this was for kelsey btw . hi kelsey

nepotizma · 1 year

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‘ i’m not asking you to break up with him , bri . ’ homme reminds the brunette , would never do such a thing ––– all he wants is the girl to be happy and if that was with somebody else then so be it . ‘ i just ––– i thought you deserved to know that i ended things with kelsey . i’m not expecting to be back with you , i just needed to do the right thing for once . ’ @swtsours

#bc i missed nix and bria smmmmmm :/#expect more starters btw !!!! <3 #i forgot what his gf was called but she's kelsey now but who cares ncvbmxcb #swtsours #‹ dialogue ➝ n . mitchell . ›

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silverzoomies · 1 year

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Honeysuckle

peter Maximoff x reader smut

chapter 1: sugar blues

warnings: female reader (sorry), sex pollen, aphrodisiacs, overstimulation, shameless smut, rough sex, kissing, porn with (slight) plot, canon divergence

word count: 4466

a/n: hiii !! this is my first fic posted to trunglr !! i've diverged from canon a lot here. timeline is modern day. remember deadpool 2? and the x men cameos? just ignore the fact that everyone would be old af now. pretend they're not old. also, even though he doesn't show up; it's the kelsey grammer beast btw. because i'm based. tyvm

chapter 2 here.

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Peter really didn’t mean to be such a menace.

Like, pffbbt…this was totally the most accidental instance of the classic phrase: Wrong place, wrong time. Outside of Hank’s lab, Peter noticed something he hadn’t seen the day prior. A faint light, emitting a firefly-like glow. Curiously snooping, as one naturally does, he peeked through the window of the lab door. Only to find…no one was there.

Peter checked the digital watch on his wrist. A Garfield watch. Totally sweet.

Hm.

Hank’s lab was usually occupato on late Friday evenings like today. He should’ve been inside, poking around with some newfangled gadget. Or conjuring up some gnarly formula. But, upon further inspection? The lab was entirely absent of any big, beastly scientists. Not a hint of blue fur to be found.

Maybe he took a break?

Nah. If there was one thing Peter knew about Hank? He never gave himself down time. Ever. The big guy would rather stay up for 72 consecutive hours in a row. Pounding down enough black coffee to scald his throat. Pouring through documents and schematics, keeping his brain persistently active. Such is the life of a mega nerd.

Which begged the question: Where was said mega nerd?

The faint glow from inside the lab caught Peter’s curious eye again. Tempting him to be just a little nosier. Something about the light was almost mesmerizing. Irresistible, even.

Screw it, he thought.

Even these days, in his early thirties; Peter was just as much of a menace as he was in his youth. Had he chilled out by a touch? Absolutely. Did he still enjoy a little mischief-making every now and then? Most definitely.

It really wouldn’t be so bad if he allowed himself one, quick look inside, right? A fast one. Faster than fast. No accidents. In and out.

Peter rushed through the door and into the lab at high speed. His movements were a little too careless and overconfident. And in his carelessness, he may have accidentally bumped straight into a lab table. How he hadn’t seen it coming, he’d never be able to guess.

Somewhat distracted, Peter crashed straight into the table. The force of his body against it caused a series of glass beakers and test tubes to come tumbling down. They shattered upon hitting the tiled floor below. And Peter stumbled back to try and avoid the mess.

His worn sneakers (one of the laces was untied. Must have been the true culprit. Sneaky sneakers.) crushed bits of fragile glass. The soles slid along a neon, pink substance. A glowing substance. The same, faint light he’d been hella curious about in the first place.

In seconds, a hot-pink gas unexpectedly rose into the air. It drifted upwards with a cloudiness much akin to cigarette smoke, straight from the substance Peter stepped in.

“Oh…well…shit…that can’t be good.” He mumbled to himself, pulling his earphones down to hang around his neck. Thin Lizzy’s Sugar Blues echoed quietly from them.

Peter stepped even further back the moment the foreign gas met his nostrils. He coughed, swiping away at the heavy cloud of smoke. A sweet-tasting thickness, like honeysuckle, coated his tongue and filled his throat. Peter blinked away an unexpected, stunned stupor. And he looked down at the pink glow, now having stained one of his shoes.

“Shiiiiit…shit shit shit.”

Glancing around to make sure no one saw what happened, Peter sighed. Annoyed with himself. Way to fuckin’ go, dude.

“Hope that wasn’t anything toxic.” He whispered with a soft cough, clearing his throat. Sugary sweetness littered his taste buds, and he smacked his lips.

Peter bent down to pick up the larger shards of glass on the lab floor. And as he poked through the pieces, he found the occasional strand of blue, beast hair left behind. A reminder. Which made him feel all the more guilty, knowing how annoyed Hank would be once he saw the damage. Sighing again, Peter looked over the mess of broken glass and mysterious liquids.

He shook his head. For a split second, he felt dizzy.

In a rush to clean up the evidence of his escapade, Peter tried to move quickly. However, he found his body refused to kick into speedster mode. His brain, which usually operated at lightspeed; now functioned at a pace way too mellow for his liking. He almost wanted to panic, but his reaction time moved like molasses.

Shit. Fuck. Maybe that glowy, pink substance was something toxic.

The physical effects of whatever-the-fuck he’d breathed in started, weirdly enough, in his fingertips. A strange, almost alien warmth, unlike any Peter had ever felt before. It spread from the tips of his fingers, into the thick veins of his hands. Peter hesitated, dropping a shard of glass. He raised his hand to carefully inspect it, furrowing his brows.

Should he call someone for help? Maybe wait for Hank to come back? Aw, but Hank’s totally gonna give him shit for messin’ things up so bad…

A tingling sensation in his hands kept Peter’s attention for a moment longer. The minute on Peter’s Garfield watch changed with the agonizingly slow passage of time. And a single second ticked by in silence. The only sound to be heard was that of Killer on the Loose playing through his earphones. But in his laggy state of mind, Peter barely registered the tune.

And like the flip of a switch, both Peter’s thoughts, as well as his body, finally caught up with reality. Speeding to an inhuman degree all over again. As if returning to normal. His normal.

Normalcy lasted 0.1 seconds.

Warmth lingering under Peter’s skin turned to blistering heat. A heat which immediately surged through his blood. It gave him goosebumps, causing Peter to jump in his spot. He dropped the pile of glass he’d picked up. And in a blink, Peter stood, struggling to catch his breath. Every inch of his burning body tingled, as though his veins were injected with buzzing, electric static.

The fiery buzz lit aflame in his veins, and moved with a furious rush. It settled somewhere completely unexpected. Boiling deep within his pelvis, the scorching sensation caused his muscles to tighten. And following that, Peter felt his cock spring to life. It twitched under his shining, silver jeans.

A millisecond passed, and his dick grew rock hard.

“Ohhhh-…wait…what the fuck???”

He knew he shouldn’t leave the mess he made behind. That’d be, like, mad rude. Majorly inconsiderate. And probably hazardous too? Fuck! Not fuckin’ cool!

But, at the same time, there was no way in hell Peter could face Hank, or anyone else right now. Not while this was happening. Whatever the hell this was.

Before he bolted, Peter disappeared from the lab and reappeared in a flash. He placed a wet floor sign over the mess of scattered glass and science-y substances. And left a hastily scribbled, sticky note behind:

My bad, Beastie.

- Peter

Panicked, he made a mad dash to his (his mom’s) house. And in a blink’s worth of time, Peter disappeared behind the door to the basement. He hoped with every fiber of his speedy soul, that his mother wasn’t home to hear the sound of it slamming shut.

Once locked in the basement, Peter didn’t bother to turn on the lights. He stumbled through the messy space in a confused, feverish daze. His mind seemed to race a million miles faster. So fast, even Quicksilver himself could barely keep up. Muffled thoughts he couldn’t yet comprehend echoed in the furthest reaches of his subconscious. Peter felt his cheeks flare up with red heat, his breathing growing more labored and hot. Every step he took, every inch he moved, flooded Peter with overwhelming discomfort. Why did his clothes feel so irritating all of a sudden? His skin cringed at the sensation of cotton fabric brushing against it. Peter couldn’t breathe like this. How could anybody breathe in clothes as suffocating as these? He needed to shed them immediately. Now. Right now.

Peter tried to catch his breath as he shrugged off his signature, silver jacket. Next, came the goggles. They were tossed carelessly aside, along with his Walkman. Which he forgot to turn off, leaving it playing through a Thin Lizzy tape he’d already heard a thousand times over. Chinatown.

Sweat drenched articles of clothing were all dropped on the floor. Until Peter was left in nothing but tight, grey, boxer-briefs. And the Garfield watch. He kind of forgot about the Garfield watch.

Peter left a trail of soaked clothes to his unmade bed. Weakly, he fell into the cushions and off his quivering legs.

For a torturous moment, all he could do was writhe around in clouded, heated agony. Every single one of his limbs ached with dull pain. And the blistering heat pooling in his pelvis made him squirm with amorous starvation.

A starvation for something he hadn’t yet figured out.

“Fuuuuuuck. Fuck this.” Peter groaned in soft, breathy pants.

A powerful surge of an even stronger, electric heat fired through him again. And his eyes flew open wide. Beady, black pupils flooded the brown of his irises. Sucking in a deep, labored breath; Peter rolled onto his back. A trickle of steaming sweat dripped down his temple. Titling his head up, Peter squinted. His vision blurred slightly as he stared ahead.

Dark, half-lidded eyes met the twitching bulge in his boxer-briefs. And he knit his brows together.

Something seemed…different.

So, like, whatever. Maybe, privately, Peter had always prided himself on his size. Most definitely above average. His dick had a nice thickness to it, and wasn’t weirdly shaped in any way. And the few times he fucked around with it, he never heard a single complaint from anyone.

But this…

Unless he was totally blind to the size of his own dick his entire life? Something really wasn’t right here.

Another rush of hot, sticky heat washed over Peter like a feverish wave. He trembled, hissing in response to the overwhelming burn that came with it. Under the fabric of his underwear, Peter’s bulge pulsated with demanding aggression. Begging for any stimulation. In a foggy, desperate haze of sexual frustration, Peter reached downward. Hesitant fingers dragged frantically across a trail of soft, silver hairs. Guiding themselves to the waistband of his underwear. A wet spot caught his eye, and he groaned. In one, quick motion, Peter shoved the garment down his trembling legs. Slick precum pulled with the fabric, separating from the tip of his leaking head.

And Peter’s aching cock finally bounced free.

He struggled to comprehend the image in front of him. Peter rapidly blinked, staring down at his dick in muddled confusion. Blossoming desire burst with an electrifying buzz through his cock. And Peter hissed again. He sank his teeth hard into his lip, mindlessly bucking his hips into nothing.

Nothing.

An instinct in his subconscious mind forced itself forward, demanding Peter find something. And fast. His cock bounced on its own again, visibly pulsating. Thick, wet precum spilled from the tip. And he threw his head back with a whine.

“H-Holy shit…”

Yeah. No doubt about it now. Peter’s dick looked a lot bigger than he remembered. The length ached so painfully, vibrating in a most subtle way. Imperceptible to the human eye. Colored a dark, pinkish hue, and decorated with pulsing veins; Peter’s cock appeared on the verge of bursting. And the tip sputtered with so much precum, he was left wondering if he’d cum already without realizing it.

Whatever! Be cool, dude! So, yeah! He must have exposed himself to some kind of weird, sex chemical. What the hell was Hank even doing with something that potent?? No way he was saving it for personal use. Peter really didn’t wanna think about that right now.

But he couldn’t have slapped a warning label on it?

Don’t touch! Lest ye be horny!

Not that Peter would’ve seen a label anyway.

No big dealio! Maybe all he needed was to get off. And really get off. Like, maybe Peter needed to nut so hard, the afterglow would slow him down for a good, few minutes. Instead of his usual, mere seconds.

He could totally do that! Easily! If Peter felt it necessary, he could beat off in the span of a second. Maybe after? He could finally move on with his life. Never to race carelessly through Beastie Boy’s nerd lab again. Call it a lesson learned.

Peter took his girthy(er) length in his hand, the veins straining under his skin. Based on feel alone, he could tell he’d grown in size. His hand was big enough on its own as is. But his cock held an even heavier, unfamiliar weight in his palm. Extremely sensitive too. Peter’s cock was so hypersensitive, that a single, light grasp got him writhing across the bedsheets.

He sucked in another, ragged breath. Just a quick second was all he needed. And this heinous experience would finally come to pass. Relief. Peter only wanted to feel sweet, freeing relief.

Reminder. Note to self: Maybe don’t go barreling through any science labs like a total spaz next time.

Several, squeezing pumps of his cock happened in an instant. By the next second, Peter came in bursts. Thick ropes of cum burned hot on his skin, quickly spilling over and making a filthy mess of him.

At the height of orgasm, his body convulsed in small twitches. Subtle vibrations raced through his veins, bringing feelings of ecstasy with them. Peter bit his lip even harder to hold back the obscene moans threatening to leave his throat. He breathed humid, exasperated pants of air through his nose.

Being the king of speed, it was completely natural for Peter to recover immediately after cumming. A couple seconds, and he’d be good to go all over again. Peter secretly prided himself on this trait too. His endless stamina came (no pun intended) in handy, should any totally hot babes wanna screw around for hours at a time.

Such a trait wasn’t so handy now. Under the alluring spell of magical, sex chemicals? Recovery took less than a nanosecond.

Peter’s head fell forward, his hand still wrapped around his raging hard-on. Absent-mindedly, he pumped the length without thinking, spreading the remnants of his first release. Running his other hand through the damp, silver locks of his hair, Peter groaned.

“Ohhh….this sucks so bad…auuugh…”

That same, now all too familiar ache fluctuating in his cock raged on. Orgasm did nothing at all to calm the storm surging with electric, tingling heat through Peter’s body. His dick twitched, pulsating red. Desperate to bury itself deep in something hot, wet, and so tight. Fuck. Peter needed something tight around his cock, milking him for all he’s worth. And he needed it so, wickedly bad.

He pushed himself over the edge two more times. And after that, another three. Eventually, his maddening frustration got the better of him. Peter stood from his bed in a fwip. Slumped over in a heavy breathing, cum drenched mess of himself; Peter observed his sweat-soaked body in a full mirror.

His heart hammered away fast enough to send even him into cardiac arrest. Peter couldn’t catch his breath. And no matter how many times he felt the sweet, sanctity of orgasmic release; his desire was never satiated. Peace lasted only a fraction of a second, before dissipating completely. Leaving Peter to suffer in endless, boner agony.

The next second, Peter found himself hunched over in the shower.

Cool, icy cold water cascaded down his trembling body. Bracing his hand on the wall, Peter kept his other pressed to the wet glass. In an attempt to relax himself, Peter took long, drawn out breaths. Trying to calm the stirring fire in the pit of his belly; he fought the insatiable desires raving on in the back of his mind.

The cold did little to rid him of his painful, oversensitive erection. Peter couldn’t shake his thirsty, carnal needs. Even as he basked in the peace of cool wetness on his scorching skin, horniness consumed him. Dragging him down into the flaming depths of frisky hell. Praise be to our dark lord and savior: Boner Satan.

Peter made another, more frustrated attempt at stroking himself off. Just one more time, he thought. Standing under heavenly, frigid water; Peter wrapped a warm hand around his length. He was so, insanely desperate for anything to fuck that, by now; Peter instinctively rocked his hips into his own fist. Fucking into the wetness of it, he kept a palm pressed to the shower glass.

“Please please please please please please please pl-f-fuck! Oh, please please-” Peter whined, a flurry of needy moans leaving his lips. Yet another second passed, and Peter came again. Shooting a thick load of hot cum straight onto the shower wall, he shuddered. Peter’s hips moved on their own accord. And he found himself unable to control his own movements. His cock continued to fuck itself rapidly into his fist, even despite the near-painful overstimulation coursing through his veins.

Peter couldn’t stop the tearful moans of torturous pleasure flying off his tongue.

“F-FUCK! FUUUUCK! PLEASE!” He cried, forcing himself to free his cock.

Falling forward, Peter pressed his forehead to the cool, shower wall. And he braced himself with an elbow to its surface. Soaked, silver locks hung over his face, and Peter stared down at the shower drain in hazy thought.

He knew he was beyond exhausted, having pushed himself too far. Peter’s mutation never allowed him to sleep. But once this was all over? He promised himself he'd be taking the longest nap ever recorded in human history. Jot that one down in the Guinness World Records.

Peter lazily blinked, his eyes half-lidded.

Time to face facts. Only one thing could possibly satisfy this unending, carnal need. Peter’s animalistic instincts blared like a siren, shrill in his ear. They screamed out - Another person. Peter needed to feel the intimate touch of another, living, breathing body. Someone to breed. That word seemed to echo in the back of his mind like a forbidden whisper. Breed. Breed. Breed.

A conflicting onslaught of embarrassment swung like a wrecking ball through Peter’s thoughts. It shattered the lecherous desire holding itself stable in his head. Sure, he needed to feel the touch of another person. But…who??

Truthfully, Peter wasn’t comfortable screwing around with anyone in this state. Had this been any normal day? And he only wanted a fun, playful fling? No strings attached? He’d be a lot more open. But…like this? Misty headed, overstimulated, and choking to death on an ultra-desperate, sweet smelling, horny spell? C’mon! That’s just-...that’s so, majorly embarrassing! How was he even supposed to explain this totally weird scenario to anyone anyway?

Sup, babe! So, I was fuckin’ around. Bein’ a pest. Y’know, as usual. And I sorta knocked some stuff over in ol’ Beastie’s lab. Yeah. There was this weird aphrodisiac involved, I guess. It was totally an accident, by the way. But I’m, like, so horny right now I can’t breathe. Already tried jerkin’ off. Yeah. Like, a lot. So, uh…listen…wanna screw?

Nope! Not happening! No way in hell!

But dammit all, he needed it! Peter was so, painfully hard and starving to fuck; he was almost convinced he’d die if he didn’t get to. If he didn’t bury his dick in something so deep and warm; if Peter didn’t stuff someone full of enough cum to cause a pregnancy scare. He would literally die. Plain and simple. A fact of science. Confirmed by Bill Nye himself.

What else was he supposed to do? Ask Hank for advice? Pfffbbt…

Burning, insatiable desire swarmed Peter again. He disappeared from the shower in an instant, now completely dried off. And he paced the basement at a speed so quick, he looked nothing more than a nude blur in the wind.

Okay. Fuck. Who, man? Who?? Think about this logically! How could Peter get his dick wet with as little embarrassment involved as possible?

Peter’s first thought?

You.

It shouldn’t have been you. But it was you.

Because of course you were his first thought. Peter had known you long enough now, that he felt he could trust you with anything. Even wickedly awkward situations like this one. You were his best friend. His dorky, little partner in crime. So patient, and so understanding. He knew for sure you’d never, in a million, bajillion years, judge him. For anything. No matter what.

Not to mention, you’d look so damn fine with your ass bent over for him, eagerly taking his coc-

Peter shook away the thought.

Jeez…that’s…a hella twisted thought to have about your best bud, dude.

Regardless of what Peter told himself, his instincts seemed to think otherwise. He felt his cock pulsate with painful, aching need again. And yet another, more torturous burst of heat blazed like a wildfire through his blood. Peter had become so oversensitive, he couldn’t hold back anymore of his needy, whiny noises.

Bolting to his bed in a flash, Peter grabbed a pillow. And he buried his face into the plush of it to conceal his moans.

“A-Aaaaa…fuck-” He whined, his voice muffled. What followed was a distressed laugh.

Focus! Focus, you horny spaz!

Other options. What were his other options, if any?

Some random stranger? No.

One: Peter wasn’t at all comfortable with total randos touching him like that. And Two: Talking some randy into messing around would take wayyyyy too long. Peter didn’t have the patience for it. Especially not right now.

You.

Mystique? Hot. So hot, she’s deadly. But, no.

She was Hank’s girl anyway. What kinda bro would Peter be to steal her away, just to relieve some horny tension? And tension he brought upon himself, while being a nuisance in Hank’s lab, no less. That’d be messed up, man!

You.

Any other members of the X-Men?

Ehhh…probably not. Most of ‘em were too young for Peter anyway. How warped would it be if he went to them in need of a sexual favor? They already thought he was a bit of a screwball. Why make it any worse?

You.

Wade Wilson?

He’d been assisting the X-Men a lot lately. All under the guidance of mister Russian, steel-dick himself: Colossus. Wade was a pretty eccentric guy. And a huge pervert. Really kinky. The kind of dude who’d be open to virtually anything if the right person asked him. So… why not?

But Wade would probably have a field day ripping Peter’s dignity apart. And more than likely, he’d spill the details to everyone completely unprompted. Plus, he’d be so obnoxious and teasing about Peter’s situation the whole time. And when was Wade ever gonna stop calling Peter ‘Jeffrey’ for no reason?? That shit didn't make any sense! Augh…

Nah. Couldn’t be him.

You.

Peter sucked in another, shuddering breath. His limbs trembled in humming surges of unbearable pleasure. As his pulsing cock bounced in a distracting desire for touch; Peter forced himself to ignore it. He checked his Garfield watch, squinting to make out the numbers through hazy vision.

Right about now? He knew your schedule should be open. Peter had memorized your daily doings at a distance. In a totally-not-creepy way. More in a clingy-lost-puppy-who-missed-your-company kinda way. Not that you knew about it. Which…yeah…maybe that did make it a little weird. Oops.

Peter fell onto his back on his bed, sinking into the blankets. He rapidly drummed his fingers on his bare belly. And he nipped his bottom lip in thought.

He’d always been a bit of a risk-taker. Facing the forbidden often gave Peter a kind of rush he sorely missed at this point in his life. And of all the risky chances he could take, none would be as forbidden as sticking his dick in his best friend.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about it before. No duh, he’d thought about it. A lot. Ever since he met you, Peter hadn’t been blind to the obvious. Of course, he noticed how your hips swayed as you walked. How could he resist staring at the fullness of your lips, while you giggled at another one of his corny jokes? And it was virtually impossible to ignore the way your eyes sparkled up at him. Especially when he called you babe. And what about the cute look on your face when you blushed, all because Peter teased you one, too many times?

Wait. Shit.

Either he was way too far gone, and lost without hope in a desolate desert of horny.

Or…Peter only just now realized he was totally, undeniably in love with you.

Probably both. Or, maybe? Just horny.

Teeth sinking further into his lip, Peter grinned mischievously through the pink flush in his cheeks. He’d been absentmindedly stroking his cock while lost in a daze of filthy, wreckless thoughts. Ultra, mega, next-level, wreckless thoughts.

Peter should have known. The very instant he thought of turning to you for help? He was done for. No turning back. No other option. There was nobody else in the world he’d rather screw around with right about now.

Another thought flashed through Peter’s mind. Like a brilliant light. The image of you on your back in his bed. Your legs spread open wide, just for him. Your gorgeous, doe eyes timidly looking up at him as you helped guide his cock into your-

Peter’s throbbing dick stood to immediate attention then. So, extremely rock hard it seemed to have a mind of its own. Peter’s cock pulled itself from his grasp, pulsating with a swell of hot desire. For you. And only you.

He really, really, really shouldn’t do this. It’d be leagues beyond stupid. Reaching levels of stupidity only found in far off, distant universes.

But, hey! Peter might literally die! So, fuck it. Right? No way you’d be happy if he died. His death would most definitely break your heart. And he didn’t wanna break your heart!

A fwip, and Peter grabbed his phone from where it was buried, deep in some sofa cushions. His phone was a device he barely ever used. Social media wasn’t his forte. Peter wasn't afraid to admit; he was pretty out of touch. He still listened to cassette tapes on a Walkman, for fuck’s sake.

Typing something into his phone in a heated stupor, Peter’s fingers sped across the keys. Embarrassingly enough, he found he made an ungodly amount of spelling errors. Not his fault. He could barely even think straight. Instead of correcting his mistakes, Peter erased the text entirely. Replacing it with something much more simple and to-the-point.

He only hoped you’d understand.

- Basement. SOS

#peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff x y/n #peter maximoff x you #smut

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microscotch · 8 months

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Hello ! Who could be the Capp’s ? (Lov U btw)

<333

Did Tybalt here!

Kelsey Sanders for Juliette

Glennellen Anderson for Hermia

and shoutout to @yakumtsaki & her story NLL for providing the perf concept of how Consort were to look like if he was real & in his prime in the shape of Ian Mckellan!

#wtfaq #consort capp #juliette capp #hermia capp #veronaville

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tedtalkcity · 3 months

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WELCOME TO THE OC BLOG GOOD LUCK FIGURING IT ALL OUT

its me robbie from @dykeseesgod welcome to the silly guy zone

MY TOYHOUSE THIS IS WHERE ITS ALL CONSOLIDATED THIS IS THE BEST PLACE TO LEARN ABOUT EVERYTHING ITS PRETTY MUCH ALL THERE

ASK MY QUESTIONS ABOUT ANYTHING AND EVERYTHIGN FOREVER

more info w/specifics about the thangs under the cut ^_^

MY STORIES ARE AS FOLLOWS

RELIGIONVERSE: set in 1950s new york city following an angel named theodore who is very much not supposed to be on earth. other key characters are his wife (cecily) his weird priest situationship (elijah) god (deity) and luci (satan) ALSO I HAVE A GOOGLE DOC CHRONICLING MOST OF THE LORE THAT YOU CAN READ HERE

INDIE: weird loser named atticus stalks his partner from highschool (axel) because thats easier than addressing his deep-seated childhood trauma. other key characters are axels current girlfriend (mitchell) takes place from the time theyre in 7th grade (2012) to more or less present day (2022)

VARMINT: two twins named shad and shishka, following the long-term aftermath of their dad, damien, killing their mom, sam, and damiens subsequent outing as a prolific serial killer. and theyre also furries! ive had these characters since i was literally age 8 they are my oldest ocs and my dearest children. takes place in 2021

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G&S INC.: normal office guys. listen to andrew in drag by the magnetic fields. set in the mid to late 1990s. daniel and andrew are mitchells parents btw. and emmetts there too

RAINFOREST FLOODS: haunted waterpark! ghouls! ghosts! soul crushing life ruining guilt over things that cannot be changed! toxic yaoi! sorry im getting tired of writing these. characters are andy bruce vincent kelsey and jeff. shared with @ratsbypaulzindel. you really got a hold on me by the beatles

AND ALSO THERES MORE THAT ARENT IN ANY OF THESE STORIES BUT I DONT FEEL LIKE LISTING THEM FIREEMOJI

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kelseytheballerina · 1 year

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Hi Kelsey!

So I'm an adult but I don't feel like one. I saw your post about how you managed to grow and learn so many things in the span of some months and I want to do that as well. My problem is that I get so scared at just the thought of doing the things I have to and I feel so uncomfortable when I'm about to do something new and I'm afraid I'm gonna mess it up.

I know this is normal but it's keeping me back and I'd like some help although I wouldn't want someone next to me all the time doing those things instead of me because that wouldn't help me become independent.

Thank you for your time!

Start by making a list of what needs to be done to get you more independent. The list will likely be quite long. Don’t be intimidated. Looking at it should feel somewhat of a relief bc you are mature enough to see where you are lacking and pinpoint what changes need to be made. That’s a good thing! You’ll also see that you are closer than you think to being more grown up and it’s just a sheet of paper away from being your reality. Yay! Start working diligently on that list. If you are participating in nun mode then that would be a fantastic time to do it and would be similar to how I went about it as well, only I wasn’t intentionally in nun mode back then. Even if you don’t participate, just make sure that you are indeed working hard on blowing through that list. Most of it will require way less than you think it will. Even if you mess up (there won’t be much to mess up, btw) there is nothing that can’t be fixed later. Trust me.

A big part of feeling grown up is taking charge of your responsibilities, accepting accountability for your actions and failures, no longer making juvenile excuses, prioritizing the important things, making sacrifices when you have to, reaching a point where you can give back to those who helped you make it this far, and taking care of yourself. You can do it. I believe in youuuu ♡

#ask

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ridinroundtowntheygonfeelthisone · 7 months

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hi im asking abt your kelsey again i am so normal about kelsey

uhhh...... 16 for the ask game :3

He tends to depend on people due to the fact that he feels as if he can’t trust himself, even when it comes to having an opinion on something, he sometimes can’t form an opinion without getting one from someone else or he’ll change his opinion if someone he trusts so much as says so/tells him to

I don’t think Kelsey is “easily influenced” per se, but he tends to become heavily reliant on the people he trusts

Bonus: I feel like Kelsey thinks of himself as a realist when he’s really just a pessimist, he expects the worst of everything because he thinks he’s being more “realistic” that way, he does this because he’s scared of getting disappointed or hurt by others and he thinks that if he expects it it’ll hurt less and be easier to get over, but that’s not really a healthy coping mechanism (sorry for the late response btw was pretty busy this week)

#fnaf #fazbear frights #fazbear frights au #fnaf the new kid #fnaf kelsey #ask game

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keplercryptids · 1 year

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hi! in the spirit of trying to convince as many of you as possible to try a ttrpg that isn't d&d, i thought i'd share a couple ttrpg fundraisers i've backed recently and am really excited about.

first up is The Fifth Season Roleplaying Game!

the fifth season rpg, by Green Ronin Publishing, is set in the world described by N.K. Jemisin's Broken Earth trilogy. (btw if you haven't read that trilogy, oh boy, you should!) i'll just blurb the official description of the game because it's pretty fucking awesome:

...a world where constant and unstable tectonic and volcanic activity threaten all life; a world whose peoples have learned to adapt in order to survive. It is a world where everyone learns that Father Earth hates his children and is always trying to kill them, where metal rusts and even stone crumbles, and the best you can do is be prepared for the next disaster. In the world of the Broken Earth, community—the comm—is everything, because in community there is support and a chance to persevere.

the crowdfunding campaign is over (and was a success!) but you can still preorder the game here.

second up: Shadowdark RPG

Shadowdark is designed by Kelsey Dionne, who is an incredible game designer. i first started following kelsey's work for her 5e adventures (over on The Arcane Library), which were so shockingly better-designed than the official 5e modules that i became an instant fan.

Shadowdark is a described as a game where "you and your group of crawlers use magic, steel, and wits to delve into mysterious ruins, lost cities, and monster-infested depths. Wondrous treasures and long-forgotten secrets await you! But don't let your last torch burn out, or you could be swallowed by the Shadowdark…" it uses IRL time mechanics to keep the game moving, which is very cool, and tbh i just trust this designer to have made something really clean, interesting, and easy to run!

the kickstarter for Shadowdark is ongoing (until the end of march 2023) here.

#ttrpg talk #shadowdark #fifth season ttrpg

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goldensmilingbird · 3 months

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Cool cartoons I'm excited about

So while I was on my search, I went through some animation magazines and trailer compilations and stuff and found a bunch of interesting projects that I just want to infodump about.

The first one is the one I'm most excited about, Voro.

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Synopsis: "Lily is a talented young novice who dreams of becoming a master thief. Unfortunately, because she is young and puny (and a girl), the guildmaster assigns her only most trivial missions. However, during one of these quests, Lily finds herself at the centre of a battle between several ancient cults, worshipping entities who have been long forgotten… In order to prevent the world from sinking into chaos, the teenager will have to find a series of occult artefacts during quests that will make her question her own ethics. She will have to make crucial choices of allegiance – even going against her old mentor Seamus!"

It's a show aimed at young adults, based on a finnish comic of the same name (though in translation it's called Lily the Thief) and it's gonna have 16 episodes of 26 minutes. Btw, the comic looks like this

The director says they're making the show for slightly more mature audience than the comic and so they wanted to make the style more cinematic and realistic and also age up the characters a bit. Also they're planning to make a videogame, so that's fun.

I found out that the author of the comic, Janne Kukkonen, is on tumblr (he is @/kukez) though he doesn't post often. Idk what he is up to rn but he previously said that, while writing Voro, he accidentally spiraled into making a whole other story ("Raivotar" which means Fury) that's more gritty in comparison to Voro being pretty lighthearted, so I'm interested in what comes out of that too. Also I'm trying to buy a used copy of Lily the Thief rn because it looks cute and I want to know more about this girl already.

The second one is Shepherdess Warriors.

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Synopsis: "The story takes place in a small medieval village, nested at the heart of a green valley by the sea. Only women, children and elderly people live in this village, as all men were recruited to join the Great War in a distant land. They left ten years ago and never came back. Nobody knows what happened to them. To protect and defend the village, women had to step up and decided to create the Order called “The Shepherdess Warriors”. Molly, our lead character, is a young girl, who never knew her father. At 10-years-old, she is now old enough to start her training as a shepherdess warrior, an apprenticeship she's been waiting to start for a long time…"

Also based on a comic, but this time French one. Sadly, looks like it wasn't translated into my language. But the animation looks amazing and the concept's fun. It's gonna have 13 half-hour episodes. Also Molly strongly reminded me of Kelsey from Craig of the Creek (who is 9 and daydreams about being a fantasy hero) and I love that for her.

Third one is The Monsters Valley.

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Synopsis: "Ellis is a common teenager who, apparently in an accidental way, touches a magic orb and acquires a power that allows him to control fire. At that moment, he starts being chased by strange creatures who want to take advantage of his power. Ellis, overwhelmed by the situation, asks Blanchet, his childhood friend, for help. Together they will enter into this dreadful and wicked world to try to find a way for Ellis to get rid of his power without knowing that fate has another plan for both of them".

This is gonna be an original Spanish series, not based on anything, aimed at teens and young adults. The creator is already planning five seasons (13 episodes of 25 minutes) and wants to expand to other stuff, like videogames, films or novels. (Damn, that's ambitious) He also says the show "proposes a journey of the hero from an adult point of view, with gray characters, battles, magic and blood".

Beyond the teaser and this interview, I found a link to a now privated video called "The Monsters Valley developing footage" from 8 years ago, twitter and facebook accounts made for the show that were only active in 2019, a link to a site that my browser says is fake and probably dangerous and a studio website that's just a logo and a contact link. So I just kept hitting dead ends with this thing. Then I suddenly found show's creator twitch? Good luck to this guy, honestly, he seems passionate.

There are more interesting projects, like The Tern, for example, but for now these are the top three I wanted to highlight.

#long post #animation #voro #shepherdess warriors #the monsters valley #Youtube

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smallerplaces · 5 months

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Mama wants a new pair of knees!

Kylie meets her body donor. In this dystopian society, the penalty for having a great body but a boring face is to have your body taken for the use of dolls with more personality.

This morning I got up early to get my one time-sensitive project done before Target opened, then hied myself to the sole Target within a 30-mile radius that still had Black MTM at $16.99. With my 25% Target Circle discount, that's $12.75, which is more than I paid for Kylie. But Kylie's hair-oxidation issue had left me in an intense mood of You Will Become the Doll I Want You to Be.

Kylie came with me in my purse, to do the skin tone match. It's not perfect, but it's the best I'm going to do. I wasn't worried about being mistaken for a shoplifter, as Target never sold Simply Fresh (it was a collab with Family Dollar) and this Target doesn't carry The Fresh Dolls (the non-discount version) either.

Kylie is a much bigger girl, all over, including her head. She also seems to be wearing her bust higher.

While i like the idea of different Barbie body types (petite, tall, curvy), in practice it's been frustrating because of the lack of fashion packs for non-standard sizes. I'm not as sorry as I probably should be that post-body transplant, Kylie will be able to dig into my existing stock of Barbie fashions. (I'm also not a small girl with puberty ahead of me, so the body diversity, or lack of it, in my four adult Barbie-esque dolls isn't going to have much impact on anyone.)

So I boiled a big bowl of water, intending to use the steam to soften the heads. This intention lasted just as long as it took me to get MTM's pony tail wet. (Her hair quality, btw, is greasy and lank. WTH, Mattel?)

MTM's head came off fairly easily, despite the spike. Kylie's head was another matter. The one thing this line did thoroughly was make sure the doll's head will not come off during energetic play. I had to dunk her four times and squeeze a lot, before the head agonizingly peeled off its knob.

Getting heads back on was easier.

And it's done! After the moments of terror that Kylie's head would never come off, it seems unreal.

Both gals are drying upstairs, and Kylie got a hair masque treatment. MTM will go in the donation bag when she's dry.

Kylie has gone from having the least mobility of the four adult women dolls to the most! Teresa only has the articulated Fashionista body; Cinderelsa has a knock-off of it; and Kelsey has click knees with immobile chop-chop arms.

#Simply Fresh Kylie #rebodying #fashion dolls #body transplant #MTM body donor #clone dolls

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rainforestfloods · 4 months

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Why would it be funny Miss kelsey Hai btw

hi :) don't worry about it

#asks #-kelsey

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sohemotional · 1 year

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Prompt: Can you write something for Mini!Brittana, like when they were younger. I think they are really cute. Btw I love all of your fics especially the one "5 times Brittany and Santana didn't have a baby" 🥰🥰

First of all, thank you so much, Anon. You're very sweet and it means so much to know you like my fics! I’ve been so busy that I wasn't able to write for a while but here it is, finally. I hope you like it!

First Meeting

“Hi, can I borrow your pink?”

The prettiest girl five year-old Santana had ever seen was looking up at her under her eyelashes with upturned, blue cat-like eyes that were full of innocence. She was like what Santana would imagine an angel would look and sound like. Santana had never seen eyes like that.

“What?”

“I lost mine. I think my cat stole it.”

Santana was confused for a long moment, staring at Brittany in stunned silence as all other thoughts left her head other than those sparkling sky blue eyes. Then she noticed that Brittany was pointing at the Tickle Me Pink crayon on her desk and felt stupid. Judging by Brittany’s drawing and the clothes she was wearing, it was clear that light pink was her favourite colour.

She knew it would be easy to be mean and snap “No!” at the meek girl or just ignore her like she would have for anyone else but she couldn’t when everything about the girl was so sweet and soft… not to mention pretty. Her body moved automatically and she handed the crayon to the girl, receiving a smile that made butterflies erupt in her stomach.

“Thanks. I’m Brittany.”

“Santana.”

Santana was confused by Brittany and too shy to approach her again even though she kept thinking about the girl, who was the first one in their class to ever talk to her.

Later that day in class she heard pitiful sniffling and then realized it was because the two meanest girls in their kindergarten class were cornering Brittany who was rubbing tears away from her cheeks. The blonde girl was just lying on the floor and looked so helpless, not even fighting back as the girls insulted her over and over again.

“You’re so stupid and weird!” Chelsea snickered and Kelsey laughed hard as Brittany looked down at the floor in shame, her lower lip wobbling.

Santana felt red hot anger. She didn’t think before she took action. She marched up to the two girls threateningly, rolling her neck and squaring her shoulders the way she saw her dad do when he was telling someone off.

“Hey, leave her alone!” She barked at Chelsea and Kelsey who screamed when Santana shoved them so hard that they tripped and fell into wet paint. As the black-haired girl expected, they were cowards and immediately started to cry, threatening to tell the teacher what Santana had done as they looked down at their ruined clothes while the rest of the class pointed and laughed at them. Santana just smirked, standing with her hands on her hips. She felt proud as the mean girls scampered away all upset then she held out her hand to help Brittany stand up. The tall blonde girl looked at her gratefully and finally smiled.

“Thanks, Santana. Those girls are so mean.”

“I won’t let them bully you ever again.”

The black-haired girl wasn’t expecting it when Brittany leaned over and kissed her cheek, pulling back with a giggle. Santana looked at her in surprise and touched her cheek in the spot where Brittany kissed. She felt that same little spark she felt the first time they talked when their eyes met again and Brittany slipped her hand into hers, lacing their fingers together without warning as Santana fell silent but didn’t pull away. She felt warm and comforted by Brittany’s touch in a way she never had felt before around anyone else. From then on, they were inseparable.

#Brittana #Mini Brittana #Santana Lopez #Brittany S. Pierce #my fics

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localplaguenurse · 10 months

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What was the most out of pocket thing you had to google for a fic?

Mine was “do eye balls bounce”

The answer is yes btw but not a lot eyeballs bounce a little

So I have an oc named Victor, he’s from this original story I’ve had floating in my head for like the past six years? It’s this whole super hero conspiracy story, it’s bounced around a lot over the years but the main thing is he knows a lot about poison and his love interest’s face exploded at some point.

Over the years the things I have looked up include what plants are poisonous to people, how poisonous are they, and what they taste like. I legitimately did research on Jerusalem cherries and what they taste like because I had him making a tomato sauce with cherry tomatoes and wanted to know if Jerusalem cherries taste like cherry tomatoes (they do) and if they’re deadly (only to animals). There also deadly nightshade which 1-2 berries can kill kids and then 10-20 can take out an adult, he was making poisoned jam.

Also did research on rat poison, what the goo inside eyes are, what blister goo is, and a lot of the worldbuilding revolves around medicine and more specifically, thalidomide. Thalidomide was advertised as a pregnancy medication originally in Germany to reduce morning sickness and other symptoms but was extremely detrimental to the fetuses. Many of the children were born missing limbs or otherwise deformed. It almost made its way into the states but a doctor by the name Francis Kelsey was concerned with the lack of evidence that it was safe for developing fetuses so she repeatedly denied approving the drug, and then it came out that no the FUCK it is not good. She got an award for it from John F. Kennedy.

As for actual fics, eh... not yet? Nothing totally out of pocket I don’t think. I think the only stuff would be making sure ginkgo trees was at least somewhat historically/culturally accurate, but that’s less out of pocket and more just trying to be respectful and perfect y’know.

#ask #ivy!#I like really morbid things okay #and this was all I could remember off the top of my head #I know I probably googled more unhinged things but this is all I can think of as I’m not digging through my browser history tbh

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name-doggo · 11 months

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Hey if you're still doing the ask game thing, could I ask for Devon or Kelsey?

I was gonna get to this much sooner but uh- Time flew by today 💀

Anyway- DEVON

Favorite thing about them: I quite like the fact he's a bit morbid/creative with art- It's a shame he uses it for creepy shit like writing a horror story with his crushes' Siblings-

Least favorite thing about them: Probably his Jealousy and Him being a Creep

Favorite line: N/A None of his Lines can be as Funny as the stuff I write in BTF (I also don't remember any </3)

brOTP: Does my Found Family consisting of Greg, Larson, Oscar, and Devon count-

OTP: Him x Therapy sounds real nice

nOTP: ...Imma be real here, Kelsey x Devon. Not only is Devon a piece of shit to Kelsey in the story (He literally accidentally kills the guy), I don't think Devon would be healthy with ANYONE in a romantic relationship... Oh, and Kelsey is like a 30 year old Killer Robot in my AU, so that wouldn't work out at all.

Random headcanon: Since for all my AU he's like... Dead, he doesn't sleep. So to pass the time, he likes drawing stupid stuff and showing it to an extremely tired Larson at around 6am.

Unpopular opinion: I feel like I'm more understanding of Devon's actions in the ending than most people are- Like after Kelsey accidentally dies. He was a Scared Teenager afraid of the consequences of his actions, and I feel like a lot of people would probably do the same out of fear... Not that it excuses it, obviously, but his actions there aren't motivated by cruelty like how I've seen people view it-

Song I associate with them: Creep by Radiohead- Mainly because I know damn well he would and has listened to that song.

Favorite picture of them: I have multiple

How can you make me choose just one (The last one is by my friend @//trashie-dash btw- You should totally follow him)

#I was gonna do Kelsey...But then I realized I don't have much to say about him #Like I said- He's a Murder Robot...So Most of my time building him as a Character is around that-#He barely even has a Regular life outside of that stuff- It's all just a fucked up game he's trapped to play in and wants to lose #Ok Enough about that-#Devon is a Very Silly Guy Please Clap-

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transx-mogai-cafe · 2 years

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:o i didnt know she was against transabled! i knew about the transgender stuff! do you have any examples? i haven't read the book

Good, I would not suggest that you ever do! I'll give you some examples here, but they may be triggering or otherwise upsetting to some, so do not read further if ableism, transableism, fatphobia, thriller mystery things such as death and dismemberment, or if a scene of an angry white man yelling belligerently would trigger or otherwise just upset you.

Okay, so quick rundown: there's this girl named Kelsey, her severed leg gets sent to Robin, the mild-tempered assistant to manly detective main character Cormoran Strike (yes that is his name, this is the third book in the Cormoran Strike series). So Cormoran and Robin are On The Case, some stuff happens, they find out Kelsey would frequent some online forums for transabled people (specifically those with BIID) cause she wanted her leg off apparently.

Now Cormoran is, as mentioned, a manly detective. He is ex-military and lost a leg in Afghanistan due to an IED. However someone thought to be the murderer told Kelsey that this is a lie that Cormoran told to hide the fact that he is also A Weirdo (/s) that purposely had his leg removed. He is, of course, very offended by this.

This leads him to Jason and Tempest (not her Birth Name, btw!). Tempest is a transabled activist who owns the site that Kelsey would frequent. This is how Jason and Tempest are introduced:

Very tasteful. /s

Tempest in particular is clearly set up as a strawman for a lot of traits JKR doesn't like in a person, but as we're focusing on transableism here, we'll skip most of the conversation and go to this paragraph:

Notice not only the blatant transableism, but also ableism as well. Cormoran here can apparently tell who does or does not "need" to use a wheelchair based solely on his experience with soldiers who became paraplegic and quadriplegic from war injuries.

The discussion between the two parties comes to an end when Mr. Cormoran decides that has he has Had Enough and goes on this tirade:

We see some common reactionary arguments here that transableists often tout. Add in a little pro-military rhetoric, and you have a Totally Justifiable Rant (/s).

Don't even get me started on how she portrayed acrotomophiliacs.

All in all, this is a very typical JKR book. I had to go digging for an e-book copy as I honestly had forgotten a lot of the specific details, but I wanted to give you a detailed-ish answer to your question. I had honestly forgotten just how bad it was and just how much of JKR's disdain for people she considers degenerates will bleed into her writing.

#answered question #tw transableism #tw ableism #tw fatphobia #tw jk rowling #tw anti transid #tw dismemberment #tw yelling #ask to tag #career of evil #jk rowling #long post

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frenchpsychiatrymuderedmycnut · 2 years

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this that and other retarded crap…

why I left America a decade ago…

BTW and FYI the rest of the world is just as retarded…

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Lauren Boebert Says Student Relief Plan Funds ‘Lesbian Dance Theory,’ Activates Trolls: ‘I Need to Change My Major NOW’

—-Loree Seitz

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A Catholic charity hired a man to simulate a mass shooting at their building, complete with actors covered in blood. The drill ended with his arrest.