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deshadedominique · 20 days
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Mash Male Moans pt.1
By @deshadedominique
If you like male moans, check my tumblr
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daydreamodyssey · 2 years
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Ty to @glutko​ for this amazing find. I HAD to voice act this, it’s so funny
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tired-gothubus · 18 days
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I was still on the silly juice yesterday
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indashadows · 8 months
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I sang a song from Muse because for some reason it feels like a nandermo song
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smolmusicboi · 1 year
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Okay I pushed my exercise out into a song because I kinda like the idea
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mariefanwriter48 · 1 year
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Marie's Poems - We are Not Alone (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1332998091-marie%27s-poems-we-are-not-alone?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=OKAMI_FIRE_CYNBAD&wp_originator=KNjjz9WBFIJnRggJAVMLSyYfwdnwzE7c4CFl2yhJOcNd%2BDxtaYdMk3QfenkUy2jC7PDP4D1XFL4yXtsffSt%2FI39v6JpiNE%2BY3gYO%2BfS%2FocObz%2FZ8hbD7Az0GfOyoKai3 I don't know, what I'm writing is a Poem, I'm just writing just what I been through all my life and what comes to my mind when I need to let it all out. So I hope you like what I write and I hope you find meanings in it. And if your going through what I go through, than I hope these Poem gives you hope again.
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a-secret-land · 2 years
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Dramatic Reading of Dracula
Letter from Miss Mina Murray to Miss Lucy Westenra
17 Chatham Street, Wednesday.
My dearest Mina,—
"I must say you tax me very unfairly with being a bad correspondent. I wrote to you twice since we parted, and your last letter was only your second. Besides, I have nothing to tell you. There is really nothing to interest you. Town is very pleasant just now, and we go a good deal to picture-galleries and for walks and rides in the park. As to the tall, curly-haired man, I suppose it was the one who was with me at the last Pop. Some one has evidently been telling tales. That was Mr. Holmwood. He often comes to see us, and he and mamma get on very well together; they have so many things to talk about in common.
We met some time ago a man that would just do for you, if you were not already engaged to Jonathan. He is an excellent parti, being handsome, well off, and of good birth. He is a doctor and really clever. Just fancy! He is only nine-and-twenty, and he has an immense lunatic asylum all under his own care. Mr. Holmwood introduced him to me, and he called here to see us, and often comes now. I think he is one of the most resolute men I ever saw, and yet the most calm. He seems absolutely imperturbable. I can fancy what a wonderful power he must have over his patients. He has a curious habit of looking one straight in the face, as if trying to read one's thoughts. He tries this on very much with me, but I flatter myself he has got a tough nut to crack. I know that from my glass. Do you ever try to read your own face? I do, and I can tell you it is not a bad study, and gives you more trouble than you can well fancy if you have never tried it. He says that I afford him a curious psychological study, and I humbly think I do.
I do not, as you know, take sufficient interest in dress to be able to describe the new fashions. Dress is a bore. That is slang again, but never mind; Arthur says that every day.
There, it is all out. Mina, we have told all our secrets to each other since we were children; we have slept together and eaten together, and laughed and cried together; and now, though I have spoken, I would like to speak more. Oh, Mina, couldn't you guess? I love him. I am blushing as I write, for although I think he loves me, he has not told me so in words. But oh, Mina, I love him; I love him; I love him! There, that does me good. I wish I were with you, dear, sitting by the fire undressing, as we used to sit; and I would try to tell you what I feel. I do not know how I am writing this even to you. I am afraid to stop, or I should tear up the letter, and I don't want to stop, for I do so want to tell you all. Let me hear from you at once, and tell me all that you think about it. Mina, I must stop. Good-night. Bless me in your prayers; and, Mina, pray for my happiness.
LUCY.
P.S.—I need not tell you this is a secret. Good-night again.
L.
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azemessence · 1 year
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ignore my singing, please enjoy my cat hunter giving me backing (mrows) vocals
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daydreamodyssey · 2 years
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Friends are liking the 80s Livesey meme blowing up on Twitter so I did this for fun
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tired-gothubus · 18 days
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I was feeling very loopy yesterday morning lol
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indashadows · 8 months
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once again i'll post myself singing old songs sorry 🤣 but I was obsessing for the last two days so i needed it out of my system.
Also, I can imagine nandor next season being in this state trying to convince Guillermo to be turned into a vampire and especially the part that goes
"I feel safe
I feel scared
I feel ready
And yet unprepared"
fits both of them so well helppp
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huminahon · 2 years
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Pasalubong
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malnye-tran · 8 months
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Mãi mãi là bao xa?
Là ngày hôm nay? Ngày mai hay đã là ngày hôm qua?
Mãi mãi là bao lâu?
Đến lúc cuối đời? Lúc giàu sang hay những ngày tháng bần cùng?
Ta chẳng biết được, vì dòng đời xô đẩy lòng người thay đổi.
Ta cứ mãi theo đuổi, trăn trở, mệt nhoài cũng vì hai từ mãi mãi.
Thời gian thì vô hạn nhưng lòng người hữu hạn.
Nên đừng hứa hẹn, cứ sống trọn vẹn ngày hôm nay, buông bỏ ngày hôm qua chờ đón ngày mai...
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angelicscorn · 10 months
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a-secret-land · 2 years
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Dramatic Reading of Dracula Excerpt
Letter from Miss Mina Murray to Miss Lucy Westenra 
9 May.
My dearest Lucy,—
Forgive my long delay in writing, but I have been simply overwhelmed with work. The life of an assistant schoolmistress is sometimes trying. I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air. I have been working very hard lately, because I want to keep up with Jonathan's studies, and I have been practising shorthand very assiduously. When we are married I shall be able to be useful to Jonathan, and if I can stenograph well enough I can take down what he wants to say in this way and write it out for him on the typewriter, at which also I am practising very hard. He and I sometimes write letters in shorthand, and he is keeping a stenographic journal of his travels abroad. When I am with you I shall keep a diary in the same way. I don't mean one of those two-pages-to-the-week-with-Sunday-squeezed-in-a-corner diaries, but a sort of journal which I can write in whenever I feel inclined. I do not suppose there will be much of interest to other people; but it is not intended for them. I may show it to Jonathan some day if there is in it anything worth sharing, but it is really an exercise book. I shall try to do what I see lady journalists do: interviewing and writing descriptions and trying to remember conversations. I am told that, with a little practice, one can remember all that goes on or that one hears said during a day. However, we shall see. I will tell you of my little plans when we meet. I have just had a few hurried lines from Jonathan from Transylvania. He is well, and will be returning in about a week. I am longing to hear all his news. It must be so nice to see strange countries. I wonder if we—I mean Jonathan and I—shall ever see them together. There is the ten o'clock bell ringing. Good-bye.
Your loving
MINA.
Tell me all the news when you write. You have not told me anything for a long time. I hear rumours, and especially of a tall, handsome, curly-haired man???
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