I’VE GOT TO GET THIS OUT- I- AH!

Keep talking about Gaza. Keep talking about Palestine. Keep talking about Palestinian martyrs. Keep talking about Palestinian survivors. Keep talking about Palestinian children. Keep talking about war crimes. Keep talking about genocide. Keep talking about colonialism. Keep talking about forced starvation. Keep talking about forced adoption. Keep talking about Israeli occupation. Keep talking about the Nakba of 1948.

KEEP TALKING ABOUT WHAT IS HAPPENING TO PALESTINE

Keep boosting Palestinian history. Keep boosting Palestinian graphics. Keep boosting Palestinian poetry. Keep boosting Palestinian fashion. Keep boosting Palestinian textiles. Keep boosting Palestinian art. Keep boosting Palestinian culture. Keep boosting Palestinian values. Keep boosting Palestinian stories. Keep boosting Palestinian voices. Keep boosting Palestinian life. Keep boosting Palestinian loss. Keep boosting Palestinian love. Keep boosting Palestinian grief. Keep boosting Palestinian hope.

KEEP BOOSTING PALESTINIAN HUMANITY

Okay, It may be okay...He's still under my watch!!

There is someone on twitter that thinks it’s okay to start a relationship with me calling him daddy. 😂😂

I swear having an endo flare up and fibro flare up at the same time is a bitch. I wanna die from the pain.

Soap, crying in a ball:

Price:"is he good?"

Ghost:"he just found out that roach can hear"

Ghost:"...and he was talking out loud about having a crush on him"

Soap, sobbing: "I THOUGHT HE WAS BODHAR!"

would you put a discarded fruit sticker on my forehead in whimsical jest yes or no

It was bad, you didn't stop crying, you began to struggle to breathe, your vision fading and they had to call an ambulance. John stayed back with Simon, making Gaz ride with you in the ambulance, but you were delirious, gasping out Simon's name again and again.

John sat Simon down, "We're gonna get Makarov."

"Won't make it peaceful." Simon said gruffly.

"You have her to look after, can she really handle you being deployed again?" John looks at Simon intently. "I'll have Laswell set something up, but Simon-" He looks solemn. "-Laswell, all Laswell said is that she is hanging on by a thread. A fucking thread."

On solo missions, Johnny would be your company when Simon was deployed, he was fiercely loyal to Simon, therefore to you too. But now he's dead, and that bubble of hope, that it wouldn't be any of them, popped. Reality breaking you.

Simon rubbed his face, taking off his balaclava, "I love her, so much."

----

At the hospital, you were sedated and coming to wasn't fun, you were so groggy, so exhausted.

"Hey." Your eyes turned to the side to see Kyle.

"Kyle?" Your voice coughed out. He nodded, leaning forward.

"You had a panic attack, you stopped breathing." Your eyes are glassy, head achy, you nod slightly. "Should I call Simon?" Your heart rate spikes.

"Yes." You gasp out, all you can think is 'is he alive?' and your chest tightens.

----

When Simon comes in with John by his side, you gasp out in relief. "Simon."

"I'm here," He sits next to you, brushing hair out of your face, stroking your face. "Why didn't you tell me before?"

"It's nothing compared to what you've been through Si." It grates him, it's technically true, but that's not fair to compare your issues to his.

"So? What, you gonna not tell me? Your heart nearly gave out? What, leave me to come back and find you dead? That it?" He hisses. It's the most talkative he's been, his eyes squint in anger. "I fucking love you."

Kyle and John leave the room.

"Sorry." You murmur out. Simon shakes his head.

"We'll sort something out until Makarov's dead." He presses his lips to yours.

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I swear there's times -like now- where I want to go up into to the mountains and have a cabin with a garden, animals, herbs and so on. I was meant to be an old mountain witch.