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I posted 3,495 times in 2022

865 posts created (25%)

2,630 posts reblogged (75%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@donttelltheelff

@whimsical-daydreams

@dantestorres

@introvertedperson16

@2manytabsopen

I tagged 2,722 of my posts in 2022

Only 22% of my posts had no tags

#maleeha reblogs hockey - 699 posts

#habs lb - 423 posts

#maleeha reblogs marvel - 238 posts

#maleeha reblogs star wars - 143 posts

#fic rec - 127 posts

#maleeha (finally) finishes stranger things - 123 posts

#maleeha reblogs baseball - 119 posts

#maleeha rambles - 91 posts

#maleeha answers asks - 89 posts

#obi wan kenobi - 75 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#also i changed replies to only mutuals who’ve been mutuals for at least a week can reply bc people don’t know how to not be islamophobic

My Top Posts in 2022:

Three Days || Matthew Tkachuk

Summary: A call with Matthew after game three of Calgary’s first round in the 2022 Stanley Cup Playoffs

Word Count: 420

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a/n: this is gender neutral. hope you enjoy this! feedback is appreciated

The game was tough. Calgary lost 4-2 against the Stars and now were loosing the series 2-1. It was a rough game, the Flames and Stars added up 45 penalties and 124 penalty minutes in the first three games of the series. Matthew came out of the game with an assist and a bloodied hand.

About an hour or so after the game ended, you got a text from Matthew saying that he was ready to call you. You ran over to your shared room and called him as fast as you could. It took a couple rings for Matthew to pick up, but once his face popped up on the screen, you couldn’t help but smile.

Matthew greeted you with a wave- with his hand that was hurt during the game- and winced. Your smile dropped and you went into doctor mode.

“Matthew did you take medicine?” You questioned.

He looked up in thought before answering “Yeah, I was given Advil when I went to the locker room.”

“How much does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt too much.” He looked around the room he was in to avoid your concerned look. You knew Matthew too well to believe that what he said was true and remembered his wince when he waved to you.

“Matthew,” you called his name calmly. “You can talk to me.”

“I know.” He looked back at you and took a deep breath before confessing the truth. “It hurts. A lot more than I’d like to admit.” You opened your mouth to say something, but Matthew cut you off. “I wish it was a home game. I’d do anything to be in your arms right now.”

“Oh love, I wish you were in my arms too.” You watched him softly smile as you calculated how long it would be until he was home. “Three more days until you’re home.”

“Call your boss, you are not going to work.”

“Matthew, I can’t-”

“Please?” He looked at you with pleading eyes.

“I’ll try to see if someone can cover my shift on Tuesday. One day off can’t hurt.” You looked at your screen, seeing Matthew fighting to stay awake. “You look tired, go to sleep.”

“But I want to talk to you. How was your day?”

“We’ll call tomorrow, okay?”

“Alright. I love you”

“I love you too.” The call ended and you looked at your phone background, a picture of you and Matthew when you surprised him at an away game. “I’ll see you in three days.”

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126 notes - Posted May 8, 2022

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[image description: a screenshot of a tweet that reads “1/3 of Pakistan is currently underwater. The nation is facing far more than a national emergency, but a human catastrophe. If Pakistan were in Europe or North America - the whole world would be galvanized to help the 40 million facing death, disease, and disasters. /end ID]

152 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

Understand || Steve Rogers

i used the prompt “you've been in a fight, your lover has already gone to bed, without resolving it, but you still whisper 'i love you’ before crawling into bed, because it's something you always do before going to sleep, and this fight doesn't change anything bonus: your lover isn't actually asleep, and pulls you into their arms” from this prompt list. changed it a little but that’s okay

Summary: You and Steve got in a fight while making dinner

Word count: 995

Read time: 3 minutes and 38 seconds

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Warnings: an argument, Steve’s kind of an ass

a/n: this is gender neutral. hope you enjoy this! feedback is appreciated

thank you @2manytabsopen for talking with me about this fic. kesh is amazing and this fic would not exist if it wasn’t for her

Dating an Avenger was difficult, but dating an Avenger who’s name was Steven Grant Rogers was way more difficult than dating any other Avenger. You loved Steve for many reasons, he was headstrong, determined, and he stood up for the things he believed to be true- even if standing up for it was illegal.

Since the beginning of your relationship with Steve, you both agreed that you would be open about whatever was on your minds, but after the fight with Ultron, Steve began to shut you out. You gave Steve some space for a few days after he came back from Sokovia since he normally was more distant after a big fight, but he continued to be distant. He was barely home, only staying to quietly eat and sleep. You did whatever you could do make him relax, mostly by cooking whatever he was in the mood for.

You kept this up for about a year, cooking, cleaning, and hardly talking to your boyfriend. After Rumlow blew himself up and Wanda deflected the blow into a nearby building, everything started to spiral out of control. The UN was preparing to pass the Sokovia Accords- which Steve was not wanting to sign-, the Avengers split up, Peggy passed away, all while Steve was trying to bring his best friend back from being brainwashed.

Steve was surprisingly home and spending time with you, cleaning up and washing the dishes while you cooked dinner. You were making grilled salmon, something you had made plenty of times before. There were no words being spoking between you two, the only exception being “excuse me” and “here you go”. Usually, cooking with Steve was fun and relaxing, but you had a million thoughts going through your head at once. You were worried about Steve, and your relationship with him. You didn’t want to admit it, but your relationship was deteriorating right before your eyes.

“You’re doing that wrong.” Steve said, snapping you out of your thoughts. You looked over at him, giving him a questioning look. “You need to add at least double the amount of pepper.” Glancing down to the bowl that held your spice mix, you re-assessed how much pepper you put in.

“No, I put in the right amount.” You corrected. “Don’t worry, I’ve made this dish thousands of times, I know how many spices to put in.”

“But that’s not the right-” Steve scoffed, cutting himself off. “Fine, I guess we’ll have bland salmon.”

“I put in one and a half teaspoons and that’s what the recipe says. If you want, you can check the recipe.” You reasoned. You studied his faces worriedly as he angrily glared at the spice mix. “Steve, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” He harshly answered. “Why would something be wrong?” You hesitantly walked over to him, placing your hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at you.

“You’ve just been,” you paused, carefully thinking of the proper word to use. “distant.”

“Distant?” He pulled out of your comforting touch. “Of course I’ve been distant. My life is literally shattering before me.”

“Steve-”

“People are expecting me to do what’s right, but I don’t think signing the Accords is ‘what’s right’. I’m expected to be this perfect man, this perfect hero, but I’m not. I’m held up to unrealistic expectations and it’s taking a toll on me.”

“How can you say that?” You retorted, disbelief completely present in your voice.

“What?”

“How can you say that,” you repeated. “while you expect me to be the perfect partner.”

“What do you mean?”

“You expect me to cook, and clean, and comfort you, and say the right things at the right time.” You listed. “I know it’s cliché, but I need you to realize that no one is perfect. You don’t need to hold yourself and those around you to such high expectations.”

“But I need to be perfect. So does Tony, and Nat, and Sam, and everyone else. We’ve had to be perfect since the day we became the heros.”

“No.” you sighed. “You don’t have to be perfect.”

“You don’t understand.”

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171 notes - Posted July 22, 2022

[image description: a screenshot of a tweet that reads “95% of Muslim-majority countries don’t mandate hijab. This is not about Islam, which is beautifully diverse with centuries of rich history and intellectual achievement. No state should police women’s clothing. Period. That’s what this is about. #MashaAmini” /end ID]

2,053 notes - Posted September 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

There are over 33 million people affected by floods in Pakistan with at least 1000 people killed and over 180,000 people displaced. Please, if you are able to, donate to help and if you’re not able to donate, please reblog this.

https://islamic-relief.org/appeals/pakistan-floods-appeal/ (Has a lot of information about the floods and is also a trusted place you can donate to)

12,452 notes - Posted August 28, 2022

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