Thecatwitch - A_cat_pretending_to_be_a_witch

I'm confused I thought blimps were a mutated hot air balloons

ok but have you ever seen a parked blimp?

why is this so goddamn funny

Happy Spooky Season, minecrafters! This year I'm running my own Buildtober - shown here are 31 prompts representing the 31 days of October. Usually, these kinds of challenges require you fulfill a specific prompt each day, but my intention with this is to inspire you to build!

See a prompt you like, even if the date has passed? Build something for it!

See multiple prompts that would be cool combined? Build something for them together!

Don't like a prompt or can't come up with anything? Skip it!

Want to start early or late? Start whenever you want, and most importantly, have fun!

When I participate in these building challenges, I love to take the prompts out of order, combine them, really make the challenge my own. If you decide to participate, I'd love to check out and reblog your work, so make sure to use the tag #othersides buildtober 2024 - you can even tag me @otherside-wanderer in your posts if you want, too!

Questions? Send me an ask - I don't bite! 🧛

Below the cut is the list of prompts:

Bones

Specter

Grotto

Autumn

Wither

Harvest

Grove

Storm

Campfire

Hocus Pocus

Mushroom

Pumpkin

Ominous

Overgrown

Allay

Gothic

Candles

Deep Dark

Warped Forest

Duality

Creature

Cauldron

Swamp

Graveyard

Portal

Relic

Mask

Moonlight

Ruins

Purple

Denouement

LIKE TO CHARGE REBLOG TO CAST LET'S GET THIS FUCKER EXPLODEDED

hey. hey guys you know what would be funny.

So my family has a Gay Pirate Plate.

Stay with me.

We do not know how the hell the Gay Pirate Plate was first acquired. This being a point of contention is actually pretty plot-relevant; the saga of the Gay Pirate Plate began with my grandmother and her sister, who, for some ungodly reason, both BADLY wanted the Gay Pirate Plate and believed it to be rightfully theirs.

I should back up, firstly, to establish: The Gay Pirate Plate is the cheapest, tackiest, ugliest plate in existence.

It is in no way a collector’s item. It is physically impossible for it to complement anyone’s decor, because the colors in it are garish. It’s just a ceramic plate with a gay pirate painted on it, and the painting is, this cannot be emphasized enough, extremely bad.

(How do we know the pirate is gay if he’s just posing on a plate? Listen. Fully 100% to stereotype, but he is. He is gay. There’s an energy. That pirate is a flaming homosexual. That pirate has sex with men and does it frequently. That pirate is fucking gay, all right, he just is.)

Anyway. The point is that this is an extremely cheap and ugly plate with a poorly-executed painting of pirate on it who is like a nine on the Kinsey scale.

My grandmother and her sister fought a blood feud over this plate for their entire lives. It would be on the wall in my grandma’s house, and then her sister would visit, and then it would be gone. She’d visit her sister and the plate would be on the wall and her sister would pretend it had always been there. She would steal it back, hang it up, and, when her sister visited, pretend it had always been there. This continued for DECADES.

When the sister died, the Gay Pirate Plate lived triumphantly in my grandmother’s house. And then my grandmother died. And my aunt, who had lived with her and been her carer throughout her life, rightfully inherited their house.

We visit my aunt after the funeral and stay with her for a week or two.

Me, my sister, and our dad. Her brother.

The three of us look at each other. We don’t say anything. We studiously avoid making eye contact with the Gay Pirate Plate mounted proud and ugly on the wall. We notice one another studiously avoiding looking at it. We notice one another noticing. We say nothing. We come to a silent consensus. We pack up to leave. We get in the van. Our aunt comes out to say goodbye. I loudly announce I need to use the restroom before we leave. She obviously stays outside to continue talking to my dad.

I take down the Gay Pirate Plate, stuff it under my oversized sweatshirt, go outside, and get in the van. She happily waves goodbye as we drive off.

Two days later my dad gets a phone call that opens with hysterical laughter and “You FUCKING ASSHOLE did you seriously STEAL THE PLATE–”

Anyway. The gay pirate plate lives in my dad’s house currently.

But he’s trying to get me and my sister out to visit him. And plate mounts are cheap.

Constant screaming

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