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Super soft intimacy

cradling the face, looking into their eyes

pressing foreheads against each other

sighing into the other's mouth

kisses all over the face

calling each other petnames they wouldn't use in public

hugging the other from behind

sliding hands under their clothes

softly stroking their warm skin

ruffling the other's hair

murmuring sweet things into their ears

stroking the other's finger while holding hands

nuzzling into their neck

massaging their feet

napping together

having the other's head on their lap

staring into each other's eyes

pressing soft kisses on their shoulders

smiling into the kiss

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where's your boyfriend?

If you have a team, let only one suffer;

have the team captured and let the whumper or villain chosen only a single person to suffer for everyone

let the chosen whumpee have to beg for something as basic as water and food for the group

have them kneel and humiliate themselves in front of the team to slowly start breaking their pride and ego (especially if it's the team leader or a super strong whumpee who's very proud and confident in themselves)

have them lick the whumper/ villains boots, kiss their hand, act like an animal or let them get whipped or hurt for those basic things but which are necessary for the groups survival

bonus if when the desired goods arrive and are given, the chosen whimper gets nothing and has to starve and be thirsty for the groups survival and well being

...

let only one be taken away for questioning or to be tortured

have the team watch how the chosen whumpee is whipped, beaten, hurt in unimaginable painful ways, have them watch them starve and be slowly broken

let the team be eaten alive by guilt as they watch the once so confident whumpee get broken down methodically

have the team beg and cry when after another session the limo body of the whumpee get thrown carelessly back into the cell, have them beg to be replaced by another

it's cruel physical torture for the chosen one and psychological torture for the helpless rest who can't do anything but watch

there’s something so insane about people who used to love putting “free Palestine” in their bio now deciding they have pearls in need of clutching. how did you think Palestine was going to be freed? did you think that if we all wrote “free Palestine” in our blog titles the world would just say oh you know what, our bad? did you think if Palestinians protested really, really peacefully, that Netanyahu would be moved? did you think that essays about decolonization published in the neoliberal academy would do the trick?

or did you simply expect Palestinians to wait? to wait and watch every day as their loved ones are killed because they step out of line? as the journalists and medics are shot around them? as Israel commits war crimes against them and the world does nothing? raining white phosphorous down on an open-air prison where the exits are controlled, closed, bombed out? as the Sabra and Shatila massacres are forgotten and repeated and forgotten and repeated and forgotten and repeated in an endless cycle?

when you wrote “free Palestine” in your bio, what did you think it meant?

Writing Prompt #2427

"You need to stop pushing yourself like this."

"Then we need someone else to do the work I do."

I'm Abdelrahman, 22 years old. My journey has been marked by loss and resilience. When I was 18, my father passed away from COVID-19. Determined to build my own future, I pursued an education in multimedia technology, balancing my studies with work to cover my expenses. I was preparing to establish my home and life.

My mother: the princess whom we strive to make happy and satisfy. ❤️️

However, the war in Gaza, especially in the north, brought devastating tragedy. My home, university, job, and family were all destroyed in the conflict. While my family moved to the south, I was in the north, facing famine and moving from place to place, trying to survive.

Our street used to be lively and full of people, but it is no longer like that.

I have witnessed countless difficult and painful scenes while escaping death multiple times. In northern Gaza, life is reduced to a cycle of fleeing from danger and searching for food amidst the rubble of destroyed homes.

I have survived many times,I was hit by a missile in previously destroyed house

This picture is enough to show our suffering in getting flour to survive.

My dream is to travel abroad with my mother and sister to continue my education and develop my practical skills. For the past eight months, I have been unemployed, focusing on self-improvement and hoping for a better future.

Your help can save a family from death, it can save a dream, an ambition, or a success, so please help me by donating or publishing my story so that I can save my family.

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