dumb stuff that i thought would be funny to draw as adventure time characters

Sam shows Dean his pure young body. Dean loves the idea of being the first and only to ever touch Sam, the one who'll teach his cute stupid little brother what feels good, how to feel good. Sam is so pink and soft, so pure and innocent and only for Dean to love and cherish and kiss and touch.

What if i leave some snacks (Apple, banana, chocolate and strawberrys) for Error near to his territory? Like, i just leave the snacks near and quickly leave

Oh and of course i whould leave a letter saying "food for the most beautiful masterpiece"

Food offerings will always be appreciated as Error can distribute it out to his winter fairies (if it’s fresh fruit then you’ve gotten on his good side. Winter fairies must either dry or pickle fruits and such for them to last through winter, so fresh fruit would be like a grand feast for them). The chocolate will give you a chance for a kinder winter – less storms and biting cold – as Error has grown addicted to it and would very much like to always have a supply of it.

The letter would be given a raised eyebrow and a huff before being tossed aside (not thrown away, just tossed into a corner of his nest). Flattery won’t work on him. If you want the winter to be less vicious, then fruit for his fairies and chocolate for him is the way to go.

help, i log onto reddit and can finally talk after 3 days, and this is happening again

I WAS DESCRIBING THIS THING

i did enquire about this before when i got the same error... but i think most of the steamdeck sub is just automoderated. the mods are not very popular and i see people raging about them a lot. at least it is a comment removal and not a random ban.

i wonder if people were calling each other "piece of shit" or if it was banned because thats how people were describing the steamdeck

the key letters of my laptop are falling over one by one and it's like i'm seeing it dying in front of me lmao

see my lockscreen

The godsdamn cheapest bloody trope that works on me every time and that I love imagining myself:

Character A strums the guitar absent-mindedly and sings something sad to themselves, which character B who was doing something else actually stops to listen and experiences The Feels.

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@al-hazen: a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party .

it's  no  secret  that  al-haytham  is  handsome.  almost  wretchedly  so.  it's  also  no  secret  that  despite  his...  less  than  savory  personality,  people  (brave  men  and  women  alike)  seek  to  incur  his  sexual  favor.  or  at  least,  that's  what  cyno  thinks  he's  seeing...  perhaps  the  haze  of  incense  in  the  air  and  the  heat  of  one  too  many  drinks  has  the  citrine  of  his  lupine  gaze  a  bit...  muddled.  all  he  knows,  though,  is  he  can't  remove  it  from  the  man  at  the  bar  -  and  he  certainly  can't  look  away  from  the  tall  inazuman  dignitary  that  leaned  against  the  stool  next  to  the  scribe,  looking  at  him  like  tha- cyno's  gaze  sees  everything,  alcohol  muddled  or  not.  it's  thanks  to  anubis,  no  doubt,  the  god's  feelings  of  displeasure  mingling  with  his  own.  he  thinks  dehya  may  be  attempting  to  get  his  attention,  thinks  tighnari  may  have  shushed  her  -  it  doesn't  matter,  not  as  he  sees  the  hand  that  stranger  lays  at  al-haytham's  back,  and  the  way  he  leans  in  to  murmur  into  a  gilded  ear  piece-

                                                   "  hey.  "

he's  across  the  tavern  before  he  even  realizes  it,  the  crowd  parting  for  the  general  mahamatra  like  the  sea,  especially  at  the  wrath  that  exudes  from  him  in  waves.  the  poor  dignitaries  bones  groan  beneath  his  hand  as  cyno  grips  his  wrist,  throwing  it  away  from  the  scribe's  person  with  a  little  more  force  than  necessary.  he  doesn't  even  look  at  the  startled  stranger  -  the  gleam  of  his  gaze  too  fixated  on  the  man  before  him.  "  al-haytham.  "  it's  a  near  growl  -  electricity  pulsing  over  his  skin  as  it  leaves  him  -  god  and  vessel,  entwined  in  this  too.   for  a  second,  just  a  second  -  cyno  stares,  before  he  leans  in,  and  in  front  of  everyone  -  their  friends,  the  nightlife,  al-haytham's  roommate,  slots  their  lips  together  with  feral,  unperturbed  ferocity.  it's  all  teeth  and  tongue  when  cyno  gets  like  this,  public  be  damned.  were  he  not  so  close  with  his  god,  perhaps  he  would've  brought  blood  forth  from  kiss-stained  lips  -  but  cyno  manages  to  keep  them  both  in  check,  or  so  he  thinks,  as  he  kisses  al-haytham  breathless,  on  a  gods  damned  bar  stool  in  plain  view-  as  he  pulls  away,  he's  found  one  hand  has  strayed  to  al-haytham's  neck,  over  his  pulse  point,  a  place  anubis  yearns  to  see  -  to  bite  again,  but  cyno  swallows  the  urge.  some  of  the  ferocity  has  edged  from  his  face,  but  the  haze  is  still  there  -  still  present  -  as  a  thumb  darts  over  the  scribe's  kiss  stained  lower  lip  and  the  younger  man  (and  his  god)  growl  out  one  word  at  the  same  time:  "  mine.  "

When I was a kid my family pretended to get raptured so I would think I was left behind on earth while they all went to heaven.

I was like 8 years old and my sister and mom had gotten really into the Left Behind novels (bible fan fic about the rapture). In the books when the rapture happened the clothes that people were wearing when they got raptured were left behind in neatly folded piles.

One day when I was getting home from school my family decided that they would leave piles of neatly folded clothes around the house, and then hide in the basement.

The intended effect was that I would get home and see the clothes then, think that my family had been raptured and that I wasn’t good enough to get into heaven… or something?

The problem was that I had never read these books, and didn’t really think about the rapture very often. There was no reason that I would see some laundry on the floor and think “The rapture happened and I’ve been abandoned by God! I’ll never see my family again!! Oh nooo!!!!”

I just sat down and watched cartoons and eventually my family got bored and revealed that they were all hiding in the basement.

It’s a good thing I didn’t understand the joke, otherwise that shit would have been traumatic.

"This person has a secret onlyfans!" "This artist does NSFW commissions!" "This author writes porn on the side!" I cannot begin to tell you how swag and awesome that is.

The older I get the more I admire people who are earnestly, genuinely into whatever their thing is. I know it sounds like an annoying cliche but unless you're being cruel or hurtful there is really no need to be normal about things. The dude with the bad fake accent at the renaissance faire is having the time of his life. The people having photoshoots with their fashion dolls are loving it. The old lady with a yard unreasonably full of tacky ass lawn ornaments is having a blast, HOA be damned.

Don't waste your time being too cool to have fun, y'know?

License to Kitty.

hey. don’t cry. crush four cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and pasta of your choice ok?