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I hope this message finds you and your family in good health. My name is Rakan Zaqout from Gaza.🍉 I am reaching out to seek your urgent help in spreading the word about our fundraising campaign. I lost both my home and my school, my parents lost their jobs too, due to the ongoing genocide in Gaza and we are facing catastrophic living conditions.💔

I kindly ask you to visit our campaign. Your support, whether through donating or sharing, will help us reach more people who can make a difference. Thank you for your continued support for the Palestinian cause. Your dedication brings us closer to freedom.🕊

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RESIDENT EVIL 4 (2023)

Resident Evil 4 Remake ー scenery (22 / ∞)

nothing will ever amaze me the way fanfiction authors do. like, you wrote silly little stories about my favorite little guys? and i can read them?? for free??? that’s fucking wild.

you poured your heart and soul and very being into your writing and then put it out there for anyone to read? insane.

you spend a truly incredible amount of time writing novel-length, high quality stories, again, FOR FREE, that anyone can read, again, FOR FREE??

shoutout to every single fic author in existence, you guys are fucking incredible and i love all of you so much

Thinking about touch-averse Leon Kennedy gradually becoming comfortable with physical displays of affection.

Like after everything he endured in Raccoon City and Spain, I imagine he’d be quite… jumpy, to say the least: flinching when you touch him unexpectedly, stiffening when you wrap your arms around him from behind, sleeping on his side of the bed without ever crossing the invisible divide.

It’s not that he thinks you’ll hurt him. It’s not that he thinks he’s in danger. It’s not that he doesn’t love you — far from it, actually. He’s never before felt so close to anyone. He’s just… afraid.

What if he snaps?

What if he reacts a little to forcefully?

What if he hurts you?

You’ve said you’d be able to take it; he doesn’t want that. He wants to be normal. He wants to touch you, wants to hold you, wants to comfort and kiss and provide for you but he can’t. He’s all too aware of the physical and metaphorical scars littering his body and psyche.

He’s bruised. Battered. Damaged. Broken.

But to his surprise, you don’t run away. You don’t give up on him, even when he wakes up screaming, slick with sweat and fear and misery more often than not. You whisper soothing words in his ear. You place a cold towel on his forehead. You remind him that you love him.

You love him.

And as your relationship progresses, as you see the uglier, more brutal sides of his recovery, your love deepens. You show it in non-physical ways: cooking his favorite meals, buying him little gifts just because they reminded you of him, sending him sweet, affirming messages throughout the day. You respect his boundaries without question. His chest swells with affection; he feels undeserving. He wishes he could give you something in return.

So imagine Leon accidentally chokes you in his sleep. He’s inconsolable as he weeps and unleashes a relentless stream of apologies. They’re mangled, though, garbled by the asphyxiation of remorse. You’ve given him the world, and this is how he repays you? With violence and fear and sleepless nights? He’s worthless, he’s pitiful, he’s a sorry excuse for a partner. You deserve better. You deserve to leave.

But to his surprise, you stay.

And you comfort him.

And you tell him it’s alright; you’re not hurt. He didn’t hurt you. He’s okay. You’re okay.

And you turn on the lights and bring his hand to your throat.

See? Barely a bruise.

You love him all the same.

He swears it won’t happen again. You tell him that it might but it’s okay so long as he continues to work on himself. As long as he continues to go to therapy. He pales and cups your cheek. You nuzzle into his touch.

You’re healing, you tell him. It’s okay to heal. Healing is inherently imperfect.

There’s a shift in your relationship after that, a positive one. Leon adored the warmth of your cheek so he starts to ask if he can cradle your face. You giggle because it’s a little silly, but allow it all the same. Because his therapist instructed him to try and you’ve so longed to feel his touch again.

And then weeks later he asks if he can hold your hand. You try not to show too much enthusiasm — you don’t want to scare him away, after all — so you just nod in agreement. Your heart feels like it’s going to explode when he interlocks his fingers with yours. When you feel the gentle scrape of his calloused hands along your palms.

He asks to hug you four months later. He holds it for only five seconds at first. Then ten. Then twenty. And soon enough, you have to pry Leon off your body. You have chores to do, laundry to fold. But he won’t let go. And he’s so sweet and he’s come so far, so you allow it.

And as time passes, he stops flinching when you touch him unexpectedly. He stops stiffening when you wrap your arms around him from behind. His arms and legs are wound tightly around yours when you awake every morning. You move through life with a wall of muscle strapped to your body at all times.

As time passes, he heals.

I feel like a virgin when I search up “x Reader” with a new character I like

push me

any sort of leon comforting hcs you could spare? i just had a really horrible day at school and honestly don’t have any familial support so… i know this is lowkey pathetic ><

(Technically my asks are closed) but reading this just reminded me of my high school experience and I’m so sorry honey :(

Leon is a big sweetheart when he has the time to take care of you. You’re one of the few people he’s soft around, so of course he’s learnt how to love up on you.

“Aw, rough day love? M’ sorry.”

HUGS!!! Oh this baby boy loves to hold you when you’re upset. He might not look like it, but he’s so touch starved that when it comes to you being sad his first instinct is to hug you. Sometimes he’s not too good with words, but he is good at squeezing you.

Physical affection in general, honestly. Holding your face, rubbing your back or shoulder, running a hand over the back of your head.

He will gladly leave behind what he’s doing if you’re clearly distraught. You want him to cuddle you on the couch? Done. His work can wait. After years of doing what they said he’ll gladly put it all down just to hold you for a while.

He just wants you to be close to him so you know he’s there. He’ll pull you up into his lap, he’ll have you close when you get into bed. You’re his sweetheart, so even if he doesn’t really know what to do he still wants to be there for you.

“Scooch in, angel. Nice and close, I’ve gotcha.”

Soft words. Affirmation. Does he exactly know what to say in some situations? Absolutely not. But he will offer you a few that he knows will bring you comfort.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. You’re home with me now, that’s all that matters.”

“Are you feeling okay? I know obviously not, but physically? Do you need me to do anything, or do you just want me here?”

“I love you, hon. You did good today because you made it through. You kept going. That’s all that matters.”

He’ll give you space if you need it, but that won’t stop him from doing small things to take care of you. He might lay your favourite pyjamas out for you, or if you take a nap you’ll wake up to find your favourite comfort icecream in the freezer. He’s known you for so long, it only seems fair that he put that info to good use for times like this one.

He’ll always have an eye on you. Even if he’s got a task at hand, he’s looking up every five minutes or so to check in on you. He loves you too much to leave you on your own, especially when you’re upset.

He would try to cook if he knew how to (he doesn’t) so it’s usually ordering food as he sits down next to you, keeping his hand over yours so you can mumble your order to him.

He’s making sure you take care of yourself. Checking to make sure you ate, or that you’re drinking water. If you feel too hot or cold.

“Is my T-shirt enough, sweetheart? Do you need me to get you somethin’ warmer?”

Most importantly, he’ll make it clear that he’s there to love and support you. He’ll check in with you periodically, he’ll gift you soft kisses and tight squeezes. He’ll let you know that no matter what he loves you. ♡

UPDATE: Water and Clothing!

Hussam put together 400 packages for the families at the Khan Younis camp he's located in. These packages contain 5 bottles of fresh water, each 5 liters and 9 packages pads, which will help about 400 families!

He also put together 150 packages of clothing containing abaya, underwear, clothes for women praying that covers whole body, blouses, hijabs, and pants.

The past few weeks, I haven't been able to upload as much but Hussam has seriously been hard at work! He purchased a fresh water truck of 4000 liter for the entire camp, which is greatly needed in this extreme heat. They also use water pumps for salty water but they require diesel to operate. Diesel is very scarce and costs about 42 dollars a liter!

Not only this, but Hussam put together an event for the children at the camp! He didn't have the chance to take pictures, but the kids really enjoyed it!

Please keep donating to HelpGazaChildren! This grassroots effort is helping so many people in Gaza when the world has abandoned them!

Donate to our GoFundMe which goes directly to Hussam with NO middleman in between! He also sends money to the North!

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[ID: The video is of a couple of men carrying a pallet of boxes. The first still image is of the packages of clothing mentioned above. The second still image is of boxes stacked on top of each other, which are the same boxes from the first still image of the packages of clothing.]