#opened letters

[mochaccino-river]

HEAVY TF2 TUMMY ‼️‼️‼️

yessir!! o7

[xs-and-ohs]

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[baby-brunette]

in computer graphics we’re doing a new project where we take a photo of any famous person we choose and make a vector art of it using the pen tool in adobe illustrator, kinda like these examples

soo I’m doing lana for this hehe 🤭

oo these are really nice :3 is this something ur doing for school? i'd love to see the Lana one too <3

[just-placebo-estate-things]

Fribois is a monsterfucker canon

This OCCULTIST likes MONSTER DILFS and there's nothing you can do about it

[akanemnon]

They forgor

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[mournfulroses]

Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Susan Huntington featured in "Open Me Carefully,"

[sizzlingsandwichperfection-blog]

Don't listen to me, a humble unpaid intern for the Awesome Coffee Club.

Listen to tumblr user dearqueerdeers, who is drinking it right now and can confirm that our coffee truly does fuck.

[microwave-core]

what do you mean the green rain has arrived???

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #141

Danny’s school held a contest where their students would have to write about a member of the Justice League that they admired. They framed it as a normal assignment and then mailed them to the hero. Danny didn’t think anything of his letter until he gets a few letters pop in front of him, apparently if you burn a letter for a ghost the recipient will get it. Danny thinks back to his own letter to Martian Manhunter and he remembers mentioning in his letter that not all ghosts were bad and he wishes they had the same rights as aliens did.

Of course the Justice League shows up to town and Danny is star struck as Martian Manhunter shows up to Danny’s doorstep to ask about his letter.

[baby-dog]

have you jacked off to my blog. will you jack off to my blog. when will you jack off to my blog.

[6gumi]

soft, lovey sex w sensitive!yuuji?🤭 no matter how many times you go at it he always stutters and shakes like a virgin :(

nsfw below ! ! minors do not interact plz ! <3 (aged up!yuuji)

nonnie . . u r a genius ! honestly, he’s so so cute ! ! he’s such a cutie whenever it comes 2 sex, especially if it’s his first time :(( i mean, nobody ever told him how good it would feel to have you pulsing and sucking him in so smoothly, how good it would feel to keep a good rhythmic pace with you <3 he’s such a sweetheart, even in bed! he’s softspoken and sweet with you, willing 2 take things slow even tho his cock is painfully pressing against his pants, begging for release. yuuji was still so so oblivious 2 things like these, even tho he’s watched porn n everythin’ . . sometimes he had NO idea what he was doing ! (he probably almost accidentally inserted himself in the wrong hole but we don’t talk abt that part)

he’s such a sweetheart, always asking you if what he’s doing is fine n if he should keep going (๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑) i know that he’s HUGEEE on consent n i find that extremely attractive about him ! soft lovey sex w yuuji is full of surprises, the first time you both had intercourse, he was a whimpering and shaking mess n it wasn’t even your fault in the first place ! (in his point of view it was, and i quote . . . “you’re tightening around me s’much..”)

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yuuji’s thrusts slowed down, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he rested his weight on top of your body, his hands shaking against your own . . keeping your wrists pinned against the soft surface of the mattress. his thrusts were gentle, it was like you could feel the love in them, you could feel his desire and arousal for you from his thrusts alone . . full with nothing but pure love. your bodies were still connected intimately, sweaty skin sticking together ever so smoothly as his hands trail down against your thighs, holding them down firmly. ( ˊᵕˋ ; ) he pulled out slowly, allowing some much needed relief to wash over his own body before pushing back in again, this time more gently than ever . . was that possible? you didn’t even know.

“if you keep squeezin’ around me like that i’ll . . mmh . .” yuuji whimpered against your ear as he tried his best to get ahold of himself, every push of his hips against yours were slow and shallow thrusts, giving you and himself both time to adjust to the sensation. “you’ll what, yuu? you’ll what ? . . ♡” the sorcerer’s cockhead rubbed against your sweet spot, eliciting soft moans from your pretty lips. “i-i’m gonna cum inside if you keep squeezin’ around me, that’s what . . i’m tryna’ keep things romantic and soft here, babe.” he stuttered in your ear, yuuji’s hands caressed your breasts and stomach, leaving trails of coolness wherever they brushed against your sensitive flesh whilst rubbing his cock against your sweet spot with a soft whimper. “you’re cute when you whimper like that, baby.” “h-haah . . fuck . . “ his eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets from the feeling of your cunt sucking him in like it’s nothing. “s-shush . . m’ not whimpering.”

he’s . . such a sweetheart . . so dreamy heart eyes . . ᐡ ⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ᐡ !

[xs-and-ohs]

🌶️

"Jennie from math class. And for many, many reasons- firstly, every. single. day. she has to be like JEnIE WiTH a Ie - WE KNOW. JENNIE WITH AN IE. EVERY DAY." She has to stop to calm down a bit, adjusting the sleeves of her coat. "Secondly, her voice is. so nasally I'm somewhat concerned. Thirdly, the one time we had to do a assignment together and she kept calling me Val. Which is not my name. And she refused to call me anything but despite asking her multiple times to call me Valentina- that whole fiasco ended with me chucking a shoe at her. I would absolutely do so again."

[baby-brunette]

When your prefrontal cortex develops, I want you to look back at this blog and forgive yourself, darling. There is more to life than male attention via self-induced infantilization and patronization. This does not heal trauma. It is wounding and I want you to heal

u think i'm doing this for... male attention?

[mulligans-tavern]

Dear K2,

If you're seeing this, it's probably because you're on Tumblr, and let's face it, you would be on Tumblr. So, here's a few things to know:

1. You're British. You live in England, which is part of the United Kingdom. People will give you shit for this, and it's because of a history you have no knowledge of, but that's not the point. The point is, you're very close to where King Charles is right now. It's gonna be hard to bring down the whole monarchy, but you do have your own magic now. Do your best.

2. If you get a positive pregnancy test, that is no longer just a thing that happens around you. That means something entirely different now.

3. Somewhere in this world is a man named Brennan Lee Mulligan. Some people will tell you he is your nemesis, or that you are his. This is... true, to an extent. You should get a Dropout subscription, actually. That might be helpful.

4. Along those same lines, the reason nobody can tell what part of the UK you are from is because your accent is entirely stereotypical, from the Most American member of the Fantasy High cast. This is something you're gonna have to work through on your own.

5. You're the first miracle worker on Earth in 2000 years, maybe. I'm not up to date on my religious history. Keep that in mind when you're casting spells around people, and also keep in mind that while you are getting magic from a goddess, that goddess was created at 3am in a warehouse by Ally Beardsley.

6. If you ever meet Zac Oyama in real life, know that he narrated your darkest moments with the gravity and honour they deserved.

Here's to you, kid. Hope you do okay out here in our dimension.

Blimey,

mulligans-tavern

[bluerosefox]

GHOSTS WITH HEARTBEATS

When Jason had been going to Gotham Academy, he had (for a good reputation for the media and to help him catch up on his penmanship, remember he had been on the streets and dropped out of school before getting picked up by Bruce for a while) signed up for a penpal project for 'less privileged people' to write to.

(Although Jason was annoyed the penpal project stayed within the states and only selected a middle of nowhere town, he knew the Richie Rich Elites would never subjugate their 'Heirs' to actual kids in need of learning how to read and write)

But Jason didn't mind his penpal.

Danny Fenton was a riot to talk, err write to in all honestly.

From his dry punny humor (and boy can he give even Dick a run for his money in the pun department but hey using some of them actually got Dick to warm up to him a few missions ago) and death jokes so many death jokes, to his nerdy love for space Jason enjoyed writing to Danny.

Even the short stories he would write about a ghost kid protecting a small town from other ghosts was interesting to read. He really liked the different kinds of ghosts there could be. Granted some seemed very OP like that Clockwork dude.

Jason liked writing to Danny, and even after the penpal project was over they had plans to keep sending letters, maybe even exchange numbers soon...

But then he died by the hands of the Joker.

The letters leaving Wayne Manor may had decreased but the letters being sent never did or at least until a few years ago.

Then Jason somehow returned to the land of the living.

Got taken by the LoA, tossed in the green waters and turned into their Pit Raged weapon for a while before leaving them behind and setting out for his revenge against the Joker and to force B's hand.

And becoming a Crime Boss for a while too. Can't forget that.

Point being with all this going on, the old warm memories of exchanging letters with Danny Fenton was pushed into the back of his mind and forgotten about for a while.

It isn't until one afternoon at Wayne Manor that while roughhousing with Dick, who had Jason in a brotherly headlock as they walked down a hall to one of the sitting rooms, that while Jason had slipped out of Dick's hold had stumbled into a hallway desk that had a few things on the top of it, one of the things being a small box that tumbled off when Jason hit it.

The box lid opened and out of it spilled out a good number of letters.

"Shiii-p, dang it Dick!" Jason said when he looked at the mess he accidentally made and stopped himself from swearing, the place might be named Wayne Manor but everyone knew this was Alfie's domain and no swearing was a rule within his halls.

Dick only laughed and teased only in a way a sibling can do "Hey not my fault your as big as a tank Jaybird! We should get you some caution signals if you keep bumping into things!"

Jason flipped him his favorite finger, thankfully Alfred only knew when they swore thus it did not summon him, and bent down to the letters.

His hands froze when he recognized the hand writing and the address it was sent from.

"From: Danny Fent Nightingale

Amity Park, IL"

To: Jason Todd-Wayne

Gotham City, NJ.

Wayne Manor"

And when Jason opened the letter. He really wasn't expecting what was written inside.

"Jason.

I'm finally leaving Amity Park. I can't be there anymore, not after everything. I'm too tired, and emotionally hurt. Everything is just to much. And I can't keep doing this to myself. My parents still can’t understand there is nothing ‘wrong’ with me or why I refuse to let them take care of Ellie, I refuse to let her live the way Jazz and I did, Jazz has to much on her plate already with her own life and college but she’s been hounding me to reach out to mom and dad, Sam refuses to listen to me when I tell her I want to be more than ‘Phantom’ in Amity Park, and Tucker is so busy trying to get into a good college and job we barely have time to talk nowadays. And don’t get me started on Vlad, that fruitloop’s been breathing down my neck since Ellie’s deaging.

Despite how much of a hellhole you like to call it, I think Gotham might be my, no mine and Ellie’s best bet of living some kind of life, especially now since the whole deaging she had to go through, she needs an ectoplasm rich city as well and since she has no actual papers because she was my clone and I remember you saying Gotham has people who can create new identities and-

I’m rambling again, to letter you again. I really need to stop it.

I can’t keep pretending you’re going to read these.

I know you’ll never read these. You’re gone. I can’t even find you in the Realms no matter where I look.

I’m sorry. For using you as, well, a way to vent my life for last couple of years. I shouldn’t had done it but it helped me.

Believing my friend was still alive and getting my letters I mean.

Again I’m sorry.

This will be my last letter to your ghost, pun unintended.

Goodbye Jason. Wish us luck in your city.

-Danny Fen-Nightingale...."

The sent date on the letter was roughly eight years ago.

[petaltexturedskies]

Emily Dickinson, from Open Me Carefully: Emily Dickinson's Intimate Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson