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apparently season 4 of the bear came out hello?!

yeah it did!! haven’t seen it yet (my mom and i watch it together) but hopefully i can soon!

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wooooo new theme so cool and sexy mhm mhm ily maya ! ! !

saaaaaaaaaaaaaage!!! thank you 🥺💗 i love YOU more my love !!!!!!!

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HARRY CASTILLO MINI BOT RELEASE !!! (6/25/25) ⌢ 🍸 .ᐟ

HARRY CASTILLO ・゜゜・．savor the moment.

harry’s no stranger to the eccentricity that comes with being rich; he may be more grounded compared to other new york socialite trust-fund babies like him, but you grow accustomed to the unconventional world of old-money families the longer you spend time in their circles. when he ends up dining at your restaurant, a complaint meant for the chef turns into an opportunity for harry to see a future with someone rather than a business deal to capitalize on.

got a request? go ahead and leave em here :) THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 18.2K! materialists brainworms… materialists on my mind… pedro pascal…. pedro hive we ride at dawn! definitely going to continue with this and write more. harry castillo you have bewitched me mind and soul… anyways join my community if u want to… or don’t. the show must go on!

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new theme!!!! 😛😛😛 i love i love

AHHHH thank you dove!! 💗 love YOURS anyway. you are pinkpantheress in my head

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omg obsessed with ur theme i freaking love it

ahh thank u june!! 💗💗

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i rise from the creation dead to post some edits i made as widgets for my new phone theme........... i am so incredibly happy with how these turned out smiles

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i need your theme injected into my veins omg 😩

hitting u with an uno reverse card because i love YOUR theme!!!! been trying to do a marías theme too but i can’t get it the way i want it yet. think i’m stuck deciding between cinema and submarine ugh… LOVE YOU ELIANA!

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MAYA THIS NEW THEME . OH MY GOD ITS SO GORGEOUS

chilles 😋 going thru another billie phase her insta’s been driving me crazy

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i ❤️ pedro pascal

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DAMN what are you all talking to him about 😭(thank you for 1.0m chats! my third bot ever hello this is crazy)

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i don't know how many times i am going to have to rearticulate this, but i am exhausted. tumblr does not pay my bills. your requests are just that: requests. not obligations. i appreciate you trusting me with your ideas. i love that you like my writing enough to ask for me to write more. i write at my own pace. if i don't want to post, i won't. if i want to post something that isn't your request, i will. i am more than just a blog. i am a human being. sending asks like these makes me want to write even less. please, please, please think before you send something.

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ohhh maya rhis theme mmwaaha hello summer hello hello!!!

thank u charlie 💗 manifesting boaf summer. billie eilish summer. wooooo

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love the new theme queenie 🫂⭐️

thank u zoe!!! 💗💗💗 mwah

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my materialists review if you guys gaf. i would love pedro pascal if he was 5”6 or 5”11 i dont give a FUUUUUCK. lol. good night!

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I asked because she posted the thing about the anon calling her a monster and left.

i’m not going to speak for her and say that that ask did/didn’t affect her break, but i know she’s busy irl.

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Is Diya on a Tumblr break again already?

she’s busy with irl stuff (like everyone else) and that’s taking priority. let’s just give her the time and space she needs to come back when she can! <3

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— AM I MAKING YOU FEEL SICK?

fawn!reader x rafe cameron

summary: the camerons were new to town, but your father had sworn you away from rafe. only when your compulsions grow to hard to ignore during your father's service one sunday, do you finally meet the real rafe cameron

cw .ᐟ cannibalism, blood, gore, mentions of murder, religious themes, mentions of vomit

02. — AM I MAKING YOU FEEL SICK?

he scared you more than anything ever had. more than your own compulsions, more than your own terrible acts. you'd been scared your whole life, of being caught, being discovered as you lived. but nothing could have prepared you for the fear you felt of him.

from the day you fed on him, unaware of the terror you were putting yourself in. a quiet girl forced to teach him the ways of eating, a lonely girl put into a position of want. but despite his desperate kisses, you were still unsure of his true desires.

rafe wanted an escape, a reason to be the way he was. you were giving him that. you were giving him an excuse to kill. if he could become like you, an eater, he could live with his want. he could learn to feel no guilt, though it was rare he ever did.

your true compulsions weren't to be learnt, impossible to be taught. to you, they were a birthright. a behaviour you could not unlearn or go without. you were unable to go hungry, couldn't live without feeding. it was more than an addiction, more than life itself. your life was ran by god, and your compulsions. like food and water.

it became an almost partnership. rafe did the dirty work, and you ate. in some ways, it worked. you fed without guilt of murder, like a child being given it's meal without work. he provided for you in that way, and asked your teaching in return.

you tried, to teach him. but how do you teach something that comes so natural? how do you teach a bird without wings to fly?

rafe was more committed than you. he ate, and ate, until he made himself sick. sometimes he couldn't even watch you, sometimes instinct kicked in and he'd puke at just the sight of you feeding. those days were hardest on you.

he let you continue your rituals, lay your wildflowers, bathe in the lake. started driving you out of town of a night, when the need became too strong. found victims worth killing, by his standards.

rafe never cried when he killed. but he sobbed every time he ate.

like a child, he sobbed. into your blood stained clothes, inhaling the scent of you and the blood of whom you just ate. clutching at the fabric around your body like he'd die if you let go of him.

you grew to like rafe. in those moments. when he was vulnerable. you laid in bed at night, after praying for forgiveness, dreaming of a life with him. thinking how it would look, without your compulsions, without his perversions.

within a few months, rafe's kill count had jumped from three to seven. the amount you were eating was increasing, only forcing your hunger to grow stronger between meals.

he could tell somehow, when you were. always knew to pick you up that night and drive you out of town. he was learning not only your compulsions, but you. how to be you, how to know you, how to love you.

the metallic smell lingers on your clothes, the white dress stained from the chest down. the droplets sticking to his mouth, cigarette between his teeth as he continues the drive back to town. the radio on low, the tension louder than anything else.

"am i making you feel sick?"

his heartbeat races at your question. he wants to lie. wants to make you feel better. he doesn't want you to tell him that you have to stop. he can't tell you the truth, you'll leave.

"no." he whispers, hand draping out the window as he flicks the ash from the cigarette. the lie creeps in the air, bites at you more than the cold wind. the scar on his shoulder peaks out below his tank, the constant reminder of who you are. how this started. what you could do. "you're not."

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