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What Strength Really Means 💪

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Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.

I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.

Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔

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I literally have a whole poem, if not several, that is dedicated specifically to this idea

i love how we pick up habits and phrases and songs from people we love and it sticks with us for so long it becomes a piece of us making us a museum of all the people we've ever loved

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Dropping a sewing needle is like a cross between Where’s Waldo? and The Floor is Lava, except if you don’t find Waldo then he’s gonna stab you (source)

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Accurate. Can confirm as someone who was both LOL

therapists saying you're surprisingly self aware is like being called a pleasure to have in class for adults

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I have a poet's soul and a swiss cheese brain.

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daddy issues that make me want to be babied 🤝 mommy issues that make me want to do the babying

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I love your personality

thank you! its pieces of everyone ive ever loved

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i love when i'm in the car at night and i look out the window and the moon is following me. it's so romantic. we've been doing this since i was a child

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It breaks my heart knowing there is people out there whose hearts are filled with pain and doubt; people who feel like they are not good enough, worthless and unnecessary. Darling, you are so needed and so loved. I hope your doubts will vanish soon, like tears being wiped from your face, and you will finally feel how worthy you have always been. I truly love you.

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what i really want more of just in general is kink negotiation fics... or just sex discussion in general. they don't even have to fuck after i just want them to talk about it

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I OUCH YOU ASSHOLE HHNG

Tic-Tac-Toe

based on this!! amazing ask!!

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To look at and to listen to is one things, something that would click immediately within your mind if you had seen it- however, to feel it is something you weren't fully aware you could do. Small taps on your thigh when you would be sitting next to him in the mess hall, laughing to one of Johnny's absurd jokes. Feeling the dashes on the palm of your hand as you walked through the corridors on slow nights.

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Sure you had always known that the Simon Riley had a hard time saying things, he was a flirt to the random girls at the bar but to the people he truly cared about; it was like stumbling through a sentence was the easiest thing for him. So you had resigned to accept his nonverbal acts of affection. Allowing yourself to be content with soft kisses in lieu of words.

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It wasn't that he was unaffectionate, quite the opposite, it was that he couldn't show it how he so deeply wanted to. The words would get caught in his throat and they would come out a half kidding banter, like a dig into the psyche. All the same, what he felt for you was something so deep and profound that not even he could dare put it into words. So he would maybe whisper them against your skin when he knew you were too asleep to even know he was awake, he would let his touch linger.

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You didn't think much of the taps, you summed it up to a nervous tic, or maybe something he found comforting. After all, since before you had been dating you always knew he liked to be moving some part of his body, if it be rubbing that frayed edge of his jacket or lightly tapping the palm of your hand.

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It didn't click, how he would climb into bed after a long day and how his hand would almost mindlessly move on its own, tapping the skin of your hip as he tried to squeeze into you as if you would vanish if he didn't. You didn't realize the important of the faint kisses on the nape of your neck and how they were oh so perfectly timed to be some sort of code.

Until it was a code.

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" Hol on, Hol on, /m gettin somthin."

You look to Johnny from where you were currently desperately trying to fix the radio, the thick smog limiting your sight and the burn of the gas in your lungs making it hard to breathe. With a heaved breath you push yourself up to stand and then sink back to your knees where Johnny had been trying to see if the truck's radio worked- a mission gone south left you and heseparatedd from Simon, leaving him in the building.

It was silent until the beeping came over the radio and it...felt sofamiliarr yet you couldn't place your hand on it, it was like a deja-vu feeling within your gut- "It's morse code- God, I forgot that was still a thing."

Johnny looks up at you and then gives you a weak laugh, "Yea, hol' on," as he spoke he took out a pen and paper and began to scribble down the dashes and lines.

"Think it's him?"

"He's tha' only un' tha' knows it."

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"Johnny?" It had taken the man a few seconds to write down the repeating message, then a few more to translate it.

"Johnny is it him? Is he okay?"

There was no silence, the hiss of the storm raging outside and the faint roar of gunfire from the battle you had just been ordered to flee. Yet everything was so slow, he wasn't speaking, he looked almost sorrowful.

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"He loves you. He said he loves you so much."

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"He's sorry."

(annnnway thats all! any feedback, comments or ideas you got trust me I wanna hear them! <333)

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Ok so maybeee this is just me being depressed and insecure, and slightly obsessing over specific men, but I need a fic about citizen reader just feeling so emotionally drained and insecure about her body, scars and everything in general, so when simon gets home from deployment he's so confused why she's acting weird and distracted, but he's tired from being away for months on end, so this leads to reader feeling guilty and even more insecure

(I'm so sorry, I didn't know how to shorten the explanation 💀)