#sideblog

[mia-seth-adventures]

🇯🇲 Jamaica Sunset

[deadsxwx]

Let's try this again

[piensperm]

" Awh, yeah.. Here comes the dopamine!!

I'm gonna come, shit.. Thats the stuff ♥︎ "

INTROOOO(?)

WWWOOOOOOHOOOOAOAOAOOA SHIDOOUU THEME FIINNAALLLLYYY btw yes this IS A SIDEBLOG. also im a gyaru larper im actually a JIRAI BOOOOOO TW TW TW

❥Dividers BY ME.☙

This whole things a mess but this is a SIBEBLOG so no follows on this sadly,, ill follow with my AM blog though!!!!

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@pientones this is main blog💕💕🩷🩷

This blog will contain.. Idk bro js me shitposting as always and poluting the jirai tags. Ill probably be more eneegetic on here thoo😪😪

Also I'll mayhaps freakpost on here very freely🥺

UPDATE:

I decided that this will be a FREAK/ YANBLOG!!!

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NO DNIs!!

Idgaf who interacts

JTK yume🥺🩷🩷🩷🩷💕💕💕💕💕💕

(also Shigaraki and Silco but JTK is my main)

Call me Ijin or Dante, or anything else idrgaf

Any prns masc leaning but yeah idc, bisexual

[prom-is-slavery]

𝕃𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕥 𝕦𝕡, 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪. 𝕃𝕚𝕔𝕜. 𝕀𝕥. 𝕌𝕡.

Welcome to my Heathers blog! This is a sideblog where I post/reblog Heathers content near exclusively. I post for the movie and musical here, but a have a preference for the movie.

I always appreciate comments, asks, and getting more moots.

I love drawing fanart, analysis, and discussion, and try to contribute to the fandom when I can. Sometimes I take art requests.

All of my art can be used as a profile pic/banner/whatever with credit, but please don't repost my art.

Please comment with discretion since I am an adult, but many minors are also on this blog. Make it a safe, mixed-age space!

I block freely, and it is without malice. And I assume the same if you block me. No hard feelings!

Main blog: @yikes-kachowski

IRL/moot of all time: @not-deadsummer

Art tag: #my art

Yap tag: #prom is talking

Ask tag: #answered

Aesthetic tag: #prom tries to be aesthetic

I am multiship but my OTP is JDRonica. My favorite characters are Veronica, Heather Duke, and JD.

Heathers resources Heathers movie recs list Feminism in Heathers analysis (three parts click 'next' to navigate) 2021 Female JD Queer Retelling Master Post What is Heathers 2010?

[crowliphale]

Ok fine I caved here's my lotr sideblog

[mimble-sparklepudding]

I have finally (with some help from several very patient mutuals) created a sideblog for reblogs. That doesn't mean I won't continue to reblog things here on my main blog, but it does mean I can reblog even more things and hopefully highlight some lesser-known creators in the community whilst I'm at it.

You can find this exciting new venture here: @sparkleblogging. I'd really appreciate it if you'd consider giving it a follow.

[izzywizzyletsgetsbusy]

Golden hour window

(Dean/Castiel)

Summary: Dean and Castiel watch the sunset from the bay window of their holiday home.

Warnings: none

Word count: 559

a/n: i know you arent supposed to mix prompts so a separate ficlet for #30 is in the works <3

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⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 SPN summer, prompt #11 & #30

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The sun glinted, casting shadows through the gap in the curtains. They hadn’t been opened fully as the two men huddled in the alcove and watched the light dip below the horizon. Sam was somewhere in the shack, probably cooling off with a smoothie and a book to hand.

Castiel’s vessel meant that he was cold regardless, unaffected by the higher UV levels but affected by the endless complaints. Dean hadn’t stopped, holding cold beers to his forehead, putting damp hand towels in the freezer and stripping down to near nothingness. 

"I swear I’ve gotten worse with age, no clue how I wore all the flannel during this time of year." Dean huffed, one of the frozen cloths sat around his neck. 

"You got used to it." Cas answered, giving Dean the other hand fan there was discarded by the cushions.

"Yeah, well, guess I’m getting unused to it." 

"You’ll cool down, Dean." 

"No, it’s the end of the world as we know it." He dramatised, regretting the expression when it made him think back to the actual apocalypse. "Okay, poor choice of words but you get my point." 

Castiel nodded, scooting towards Dean to try and emit some of his coolness. "My inhabitants of a vessel means that I’m cold all the time. This may help." He flattened his palm in between Dean’s shoulder blades to emphasise this. 

"Seriously though, how is Sam not melting?" 

"He has a cold beverage which is lowering his core temperature. And I don’t think the heat bothers him as much anyway." 

Dean grumbled in response, crossing his arms over his chest and resting on Cas. The angel’s hand had since left his back, wrapped around Dean in a side hug. 

"Speaking of cold drinks, I’m gonna get more beer." He cleared his throat, both shying away and leaning towards Castiel’s touch, unsure of what exactly to do with himself. 

Once Dean returned with drinks and passed one to Castiel while putting his to his forehead and then popping it open, the two men sat in a comfortable yet buzzed silence. They eventually adjusted positions in the bay window, laid on each other with the few pillows abandoned on the hardwood floor.

"Tell me if you’re still too warm, Dean. There should be another towel or two left in the freezer." 

"Mhm, I’m okay for now. Your skin is really cold." He had his ear on Cas’ chest, taking note of how slow the angel’s heartbeat was.

"I don’t require a heartbeat, Dean. The rhythm is simply to maintain some normality so as to not unsettle you." 

"Didn’t say you could read my mind, angel. But thanks, I guess." 

"My bad, it is simply because I am focused on you so my telepathy takes effect unintentionally." 

"Alright, man. Whatever you say." Dean snorted softly into Castiel’s sternum. "Might wanna speed it up though." 

"Alright." Cas agreed, leaving to retrieve the frozen towels and sliding underneath the man again afterwards. 

Flies circulated the house, bumping into the windows and buzzing around the curtains; Sam’s humming from afar matching the sound. Castiel shooed them away whenever they got in front of the view where the sun had already lowered the majority of the way. They weren’t disturbed and Dean’s complaints had died down into the rare murmur. The sky was perfect, as was their situation.