I'm Non-binary And Queer With Two Lesbian Aunts

A ghost of a horse, carrying an undead rider, is journeying unceasing through hell.

They cannot be stopped. They will not be stopped.

Their only mission is vengeful chaos.

There's a horseman of the apocalypse approaching the Hermitcraft mainland.

The POE had better be ready for her.

Writing Prompt #whatever

Everyone always knows the beginning of the stories, you always have known the end.

Santa is on strike due to global warming.  All presents this year will be delivered by Sasha the Christmas Tiger.  Milk and cookies may not be sufficient.

reblog if you're gay, not gay, slightly gay, or if you just want to launch donald trump into a dying star

A line I just came up with from my eassy.

"And everyone worked together in order to help each other to their end goal of the golden dream of work."

It works if you are talking about Grapes of Wrath or another book of unity of people.

Y N Pineoak, The White Packet

Not gonna specifically tag anyone…but reblog if you feel like it and put yours in the tags.

i love your shiny duo headcanons! just to let you know, it’s better to not censor potentially triggering words (such as pan!c vs panic), because if someone has a specific phrase filtered out, the censored version will slip through and they’ll be able to see it. don’t worry, though - your post won’t be otherwise affected from spelling the full word out :]

Thank you for that info! I'm learning how to navigate, as I'm reletivly new to Tumblr. I'll keep that in mind for the future.

Imagine you’re Scott, during Session 7 of Secret Life. You have to trade things for diamonds, and you don’t know what Impulse’s task is, but you do know that Gem has been acting really strangely since she got her task.

(When she opened her task her eyes went wide and she told you to stay away from her for the session. You also could’ve sworn you heard very faint music in the background, but you passed it off as nothing.)

And you finish you secret task and hit “Succeed” and…keep hearing rumors about what Gem and her new friends are up to. When you traded her lava earlier for diamonds, that music from before was there again, not as quiet as the last time. A steady driving disco beat played under the conversation. So maybe you weren’t just hearing things.

(Gem also seems to be resisting the urge to bop her head to the beat, and Bdubs beside her is tapping his foot to it. Odd.)

Then the day carries on and you’re told what’s happening - “A boogey apocolypse!” - and when you go to the already-turned players to play nice and garner favor with them for safety, the music is louder and their gazes are hungry. They move their hips and bob their heads and snap and shimmy and - oh. Oh god.

It’s not a boogey apocolypse. It’s a boogie apocolypse. Oh god.

Then later you and Grian and Cleo (and probably others you can’t remember; only you three survived and you can’t remember the order in which everyone got converted) are hiding at the top of someone’s base, either yours or theirs. It doesn’t much matter which because what you do remember is the disco beat kicking in. You remember the faint percussion in the distance getting louder bit by bit until you can hear the synth, the bass line, the horns - the vocals. You can’t see them yet, but you can hear them…

Dance, dance, dance! Boogie wanderlaaaaand!

And you look out the window, you stomach dropping and your eyes going wide with fear and dread, as a pack of dancing boogie-zombies starts making their way over the hillside in the distance. Gem is at the front, a master of murderous choreography, and you watch on in horror as the entire hoard starts dancing in perfect synchronization.

You don’t know how you’ll get out of it, but if you don’t, it’ll be the most terrifyingly on-beat death you’ll experience in your entire life.

Writing Prompt

"I'm so used to Death's wings being my own that it feels weird not having them on me."

"That's not a good thing though."

"Well. Then you must teach me how to live without death."

Writing Prompt

After everything you have been through, you always loved your family. Your older brother just came back from the dead with warnings about what they truly are underneath the image they have crafted.