Mcyt As Writing Prompts Pt. 7/?

i need other people to watch the parkciv christmas parody video where the only jewish character screams “MAZEL TOV” after every sentence , santa is an evil dictator who segregates elves and the main character goes on a quest to kill santa claus to get a date and does so via divine intervention from JESUS CHRIST

Giving a feather to someone means something different between Angels and Avians.

For Avians giving a feather to someone means their part of the flock, the size of the feather also has impotence as the larger the feather the more "important" you are so big feathers are reserved for romantic partners, shorter feathers are for familiar bonds.

Meanwhile, for Angels giving someone a feather means they're going to die most likely alone, the feather is both a passing present and a reminder that tho people may not be around someone is still there.

This caused a misunderstanding on Magic Mountain as Grian gave all of the mountaineers a feather to show that they were a flock, however, Skizz did not know of the difference between Angel and Avian feathers and started panicking that he was gonna perma die.

This went on for several months until he brought it up at a meeting and finally someone explained to him what Avian feathers mean.

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Welcome to Double Life. A brand new 1.19 Minecraft series where the number of lives you have is indicated by your colour name. Green for three, two for yellow… ya-da-ya-ya-ya-da, you get it, you’ve heard the spiel before. The twist this series is that you are soulbound to another player. If one of you takes damage, both of you take damage. You share a health bar. And if one of you dies, you both die. But that’s not the only twist. The real twist is that the soulbound match-ups are far from random. No, each person has been sorted into pairs based on their compatibility to fit into two classifications: Caregiver and Little.

What if, instead of being inherently romantic, the soulbounds in Double Life were inherently familial, and were sorted into pairs of parent and child? How do the impromptu parents cope with the grave responsibility suddenly thrust upon them, and how do the children cope with their newfound lack of adulthood and autonomy in a death game?

Reblog if you're not homophobic

Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad. 

I would also take a bite out of an onion. Not a raw one though.

Some rando: You should think about stopping your prescription

Me: My pills make me not want to die tho

They: You shouldn’t want to die, that’s not normal

Me: Yeah that’s why I’m taking my pills

:D

reblog to give a plushie to the person you reblogged this from

you "support mentally ill disabled people" until I’m too caught up in my stubbornness to think reasonably

you "support mentally ill disabled people" until I feel so threatened by your behaviour that I threaten to hurt you and you act surprised when it’s not a bluff

you "support mentally ill disabled people" until you’re in a position of authority and two children with mental disabilities come to you because someone called one of them the r-slur and you do nothing

you "support mentally ill disabled people" until I’m so codependent and clingy that I can’t go a day without you being there

you "support mentally ill disabled people" until you’ve been intentionally targeting an autistic person with known violent outbursts for over a year with loud, awful noises that they’ve begged you to stop since the very beginning

you say you support mentally ill disabled people until it actually matters

you "support mentally ill disabled people" until you see me as out of touch with reality.

you "support mentally ill disabled people" until I spend hours plucking out my hair, and now I'm covered in scabs.

you "support mentally ill disabled people" until I threaten you when I'm upset.

you "support mentally ill disabled people" until I can't even make myself as simple as toast.

you "support mentally ill disabled people" until I smell terrible because I haven't showered in so long.

you "support mentally ill disabled people" until even once I do shower, I still smell bad because I don't have the skills, strength, nor the willpower to clean myself properly.

you "support mentally ill disabled people" until I yell at you and NEED you not to yell back.

you "support mentally ill disabled people" until I throw hard objects against my wall.

you "support mentally ill disabled people" until I'm semi-incontinent.

you "support mentally ill disabled people" until I'm homicidal.

you "support mentally ill disabled people" until I feel no remorse.

you "support mentally ill disabled people" until I bite.

you "support mentally ill disabled people" until I feel no empathy.

you "support mentally ill disabled people" until I try to hit you with my cane during an episode or meltdown.

you "support mentally ill disabled people" until I throw my AAC at you during an episode or meltdown.

At that point I'm either gross, or a bad person.

One of my favourite parts about autistic people is how you can use other peoples' reflections of them like an echolocation bullshit detector. Like they personally do not need to do shit for this to work, they just passively emit their own autistic vibe that bounces off every surface around them, and you can assess another person's level of self-awareness by how they reflect it back.

"Autistic people do not understand social hierarchy" nope, they understand you're supposed to be an authority here, but they won't politely pretend to respect you if they think you're incompetent.

"Autistic people do not understand humour" nope, they just don't politely pretend to laugh to humour you, and you are simply not funny.

"Autistic people are rude" nope, they just don't think it's polite to lie to you, and don't care about trying to tell you what they think you want to hear instead of telling you what they think.

"Autistic people sometimes have emotional meltdowns for absolutely no reason" nope, you're just insufferable to be around and the person with the lowest tolerance of your shit is simply the canary in the coal mine who breaks first.