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In this time of incredible division, it's important we in the Jewish community remember that Islamophobia and anti-arab sentiment are not and will never be appropriate responses to antisemitism.
As Martin Luther King Jr, a vocal ally to the Jewish community, said, Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.
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Now that broken glass is being used to justify arresting and tear gassing people at student encampments, it's really important that you quickly understand why we need to prioritize human lives over property.
If protesters break windows the worst case scenario for these profitable universities are that they have a higher co-pay on insurance and some short term costs that some zionist's gfm will surely try to raise money for
Worst case scenario for Palestine and protesters is death or worse.
Broken glass or windows can not be a good enough reason to stop supporting them, or to allow police brutality and cruelty. Don't buy into that propaganda as news articles start to portray these protesters like people who Deserve to be abused for their behavior.
They don't. Nobody does. That's the whole point.
Don't fall for their shows. If the police or politicians or the universities across the USA cared about human lives they can divest from Israel like protesters are demanding.
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Part of the Skyscraper movie's characterization of the security analyst is that he doesn't use guns anymore. His last mission as FBI hostage rescue, the perp used his son as a human shield, and even though he eventually puts the kid down, it turns out that the guy is wearing a bomber vest and blows himself up anyway. After that, our protag puts down his gun and never has any inclination to pick it back up.
What if it's the same for Kara? Except at the climax, when Lex is pushing Lena towards a waiting helicopter, Kara makes the decision to save Lena no matter what. She sees a discarded gun on the ground, takes a beat, and then picks it up before sprinting up the last flight of stairs to the roof.
This time though, when Lex turns to face Kara's shout to halt, he's not the one wearing the bomb-- Lena is. Her hands are handcuffed in front of her, her movements stiff with fear, a terror that stares at Kara from wide green eyes.
Lex begins to taunt them both, detonator in his hand.
"It's okay," Lena tells Kara, absolving her as though her death is inevitable. "Its okay."
"Oh, isn't that sweet. The queen and her knight-- one forced to watch the other. Who wants to go first--?"
Lex's question is abbreviated by the sharp retort of a gunshot. He staggers one step, then crumples to the roof, dragging Lena down with him. Kara lowers her smoking pistol, then rushes to Lena's side.
Lena gasps a sob of disbelief, sagging as relief washed over her. Kara skids to her knees in front of her, checking her over with frantic hands. Lena's bound hands come up to cup Kara's cheeks, leaning forward until her forehead rests against Kara's.
"Thank you," she says through her tears.
Kara pulls her as close as she dares, lest she disturb the bomb still strapped to Lena's chest.
"You're okay," she breathes. "You're going to be okay."
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Skyscraper Thoughts (cont)
I wonder what it would be like if Lena was the person who built the building, and Kara was the security guy. The film/trailer indicates that the security review took six months, so maybe during that time, Kara and Lena start to build a rapport? Nothing that they act upon, really, just a familiarity that gets a little more friendly than purely professional.
Lena is in the building when the fire starts, but Kara sees what's happening and learns that it's an orchestrated attack to get/kill Lena and/or something in her possession, so she works her way inside via the supercrane.
Kara doesn't really know who's after Lena, but Lena does-- her brother. She's not only showing him up but also has evidence of his criminal activity that would put him in prison for good. So he wants her alive to decrypt the evidence she has stored on the hard drive, but also doesn't mind if she dies. You know, typical Luthor family dynamics.
Do I want Kara to have a kid? Maybe in this universe Kara does adopt and raise Kal? It would prompt Lena to want to help Kara and her family, rather than just trusting Kara can take care of herself.
I would definitely want Lena and Kara to run through a smokey blaze together, all soot-smudged and coughing. Very attractive, I know. But you know-- clear and present danger, and all that.
Maybe Lena sends guards down to collect Kal when she knows Kara is out of the building, and takes it upon herself to keep the kid safe.
I know I said I wasn't going to do anything with this, but. You know me. I just can't help myself.
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Got the day off and have decided to watch Skyscraper. Seems like it could be good supercorp fodder.
But mostly I just wanna hear the orchestral ABBA song that I remember from the trailer.
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Blue and Fire Engine Red, Pt 6 (smexy times ahead)
To Kara’s surprise, steak dinner happens at Lena’s apartment. From how little Lena has shared so far, she’d expected to wait weeks or months to see where Lena lives. It’s not until she arrives that Kara realizes exactly why Lena is so willing to let Kara into her inner sanctum.
It’s completely void of personality.
Well, Kara allows, it could be that a lack of personality could be a personality in itself. And there are photos, but they all feature Lena and her crew. All smiling– all recent. Nothing to suggest Lena had a life before National City. She spies a punching bag in one corner, but the rest of the furniture is worn and basic, suggesting the place had come pre-furnished by a landlord who didn’t particularly care about aesthetics. It’s spartan and plain– forthright in a way that actually fits Lena. Still…
Kara wishes the space could have given her a better look at Lena’s inner life.
The kitchen, at least, is functional enough. Enough that Lena is able to season and sear her steaks to perfection, with some fresh asparagus sauteeing on a side burner. And she does it all with a smile, chatting with Kara as well as she had on the way home. A capable multitasker, Kara notes, though it’s less than surprising.
Lena seems incapable of being incapable at anything.
The meal is served up on non-descript plates– at least they’re ceramic and not paper, and Lena does lower the overhead lights to set the mood. Kara moans when the first bite of steak hits her tongue. Moist and savory and perfectly seasoned, it puts anything she herself could have made to shame. The asparagus is also perfectly softened without being mushy, retaining enough of its texture to allow for a bit of a crunch at the center.
“Are you sure the Army didn’t put you on the chow line? This is delicious!” Kara groans.
Lena smirks, taking a sip of her wine. “You think ‘chow’ tastes like this?” An arch eyebrow dispels that notion. “Nah. Not so much.”
“Well, wherever it comes from, color me amazed and impressed.”
Kara takes another large–too large– bite, and has to spend several quiet moments chewing her way through it. When she swallows– still too large– she tilts her head.
“Is there anything you’re not good at?”
Lena’s eyes warm with mirth, but takes a moment to consider.
“Jumping rope.” Lena shrugs. “I hate it. Can’t stand it.”
“But you can do it?”
Lena waves away the answer.
“Then it doesn’t count!”
Lena laughs. “Alright, alright… um. Okay. I can’t draw to save my life.”
It’s a surprisingly candid answer. “Really?”
Lena nods. “Any required art classes were passed on charm alone.”
Kara grins. Lena eyes her suspiciously.
“What?”
For a moment, they play a game of silent chicken as Kara waits for Lena to say the words, and Lean waits for Kara to confess what she already suspects. Finally, Lena caves.
“You’re an artist, aren’t you.”
Kara laughs, tickled by the suspicion at odds with the twinkle in Lena’s eye. “Maybe…” she draws out, unable to help the taunt. She relents when Lena’s eyebrow climbs dangerously close to her hairline. “Okay, fine. Yeah. I am. Kind of. At least, I was.”
“You were?”
“Not much opportunity to flex my brush skills on a cop’s schedule,” she deflects, unwilling to dull the mood with the somber reality. If Lena suspects the deeper reason, she gives no indication.
Instead, she tilts her head. “Well, I’d like to see some of your work, sometime.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Lena confirms. “If you’re willing to share, of course. No pressure.” She takes another sip of her wine. “I just know that anything you do would be amazing.”
Lena’s voice is low and throaty, and Kara senses the shift to a mood far more intimate than playful banter. “In that case, you would be right,” Kara confirms, leaning forward across the table. “Play your cards right, and I’ll prove it to you. Again.”
“Uh uh,” Lena returns, leaning to meet Kara midway across the table. She pecks a tantalizing kiss to Kara’s lips. “Tonight is my turn to go first.”
“Oooh,” Kara purrs. “I don’t mind the sound of that.”
She plays a light drumroll on Lena’s ass as she clears the dishes, which only receive a quick rinse before being forgotten in the sink. Lena’s attention turns to Kara, who feels the weight of her focus like a planar shift. The rest of the world ceases to exist, narrowing to the two of them alone.
They haven’t even reached the threshold of Lena’s bedroom before warm lips caress the skin of her neck. Her flesh prickles with goosebumps, a frisson of desire coursing through her. She wants this, and the flutter of nerves in her belly only heightens her anticipation. She’s never wanted anything– or anyone– as much as she wants this, wants Lena. She doesn’t know what Lena has in store for her, and doesn’t quite know how her body will react to her ministrations. If her current arousal is anything to go by, Kara suspects she might not survive what’s to come. And she’s perfectly fine with that.
Lena guides her with gentle hands to sit on the edge of the bed. For a moment, Kara thinks she’ll sit on her lap, like the last time on her couch. But instead, Lena lays her back, leaning over her with a muscled arm holding her up.
“Tell me what you want,” Lena murmurs between slow languid kisses. Kara whimpers into her mouth, making Lena’s lips curl in a smile against hers. “That’s not an answer, love.”
For a moment, Kara struggles to think, but Lena doesn’t relent in her ministrations. It takes long minutes of nearly losing herself in the sensations before she manages to conjure her wish.
“Let’s go slow.” she murmurs.
Lena pauses immediately, but Kara keeps her from pulling away by cupping her cheek. Lena gazes into her eyes, studying her to understand the meaning behind her words. Then, slowly, a low fire sparks deep in her gaze.
“How slow, exactly,” she asks, low and silky.
Kara lifts her chin to kiss her. “As slow as possible.”
Nodding her understanding, Lena runs a velvet touch up under Kara’s shirt; slow enough to count each and every rib. “And where would you like to start?”
Breath hitching when Lena hits a sensitive spot just under Kara’s breast, Kara tries to blink her way to at least partial coherency.
“Do you have a vibrator?” she gasps.
Lena nods, nuzzling Kara’s ear. “Excellent idea, darling.”
Finally, Kara releases herself to the experience. Lena takes her time with her, going deliciously slow as she raises Kara’s shirt by inches, kissing every exposed bit skin on her way. Not just kissing. Licking, nibbling, suckling. She lingers on Kara’s breasts, brushing her thumbs over pebbled nipples as she diverts back to Kara’s lips.
Slowly but surely, Kara’s skin heats with pleasure. But when her breath starts to quicken, Lena draws herself away. Without Lena’s body heat against her, chill air washes over her, making her groan. She squeezes her eyes shut in frustration.
“Now, now,” Lena tsks. “I want you to watch.”
Kara’s eyes fly open, and she props herself up on her elbows to watch as Lena unbuttons the fly of her jeans. Her fingers dip beneath her waistband, and Kara’s breath goes ragged in her chest. But just as smoothly as they slide under, they slip back out, and Lena shimmies out of her pants.
She kicks them aside as soon as she steps out of them, and Kara is left to ogle smooth, tones legs. Lena may not match Kara for height, but her legs are long and packed with muscle. Kara’s mouth goes dry.
“Jesus fucking christ,” Kara mutters.
Lena saunters closer, a satisfied smirk on her face. “Well, hopefully he won’t be the one fucking tonight.”
She tilts Kara’s chin up. Kara lets her mouth gape, just enough for Lena to see the invitation and take it. Her tongue slides over Kara’s, then curls languorously up and along the roof of Kara’s mouth. She sucks against Kara’s upper lip as she withdraws, and Kara lists after her when she sits back on Kara’s knees.
“Do you want to see more?” Lena croons.
Kara swallows thickly. “All of it,” she croaks. “I want to see all of you.”
Lena smiles, pleased with her response. She grips the hem of her shirt with her fingertips, and slowly begins to pull it up, up, up over her abdomen, her breasts, and finally her head. Dark hair flows through the neck opening, swishing around Lena’s bare shoulders. When Lena’s fingers move to her bra, all higher function vacates Kara’s brain. The little strip tease that follows sends bolts of arousal down through Kara’s core, pooling between her legs. Soon, only Lena’s underwear remains.
When Lena twists to deposit her bra on the pile with the rest of her abandoned clothing, Kara catches sight of a dark smudge on Lena’s ribs, but it flashes out of sight and out of mind when Lena turns her attention back to her.
Thankfully, Lena makes quicker work of Kara’s own pants. Soon Kara is completely and enthusiastically nude, and Kara notes that Lena makes no mention of how wet she is. Kara’s glad for it– she suspects it will be her default state whenever Lena’s eyes take on this sort of glint.
She jumps when the first rumble of the vibrator tickles the inside of her thigh. She inhales through her teeth, and is answered by a palm pressing flatly against her labia and clit.
“Easy,” Lena coaxes. Her lips still smirk though. “Don’t want you getting worked up too soon, do we?”
The even pressure on her groin eases some of the edge that had been building within her, and she manages to take a breath that relieves any more. Even so, she knows that once Lena gets to work with the vibrator, she would be hard pressed to draw this out as long as she hoped she could.
Lena isn’t one to disappoint. She plays Kara like a fiddle, taking her tantalizingly close to edge after edge, before drawing her back down again and again. Her technique is expert– the vibrator seems to trace patterns everywhere but her clit. Her labia, her bikini line, even the bottom edge of her belly. Sometimes, when Kara lingers too long on one edge, a warm tongue soothes her clit, dulling the hungry ache.
“Hanging in there?” Lena checks in once Kara stops squirming.
“Barely,” Kara gasps, panting.
“You are so hot,” Lena purrs. “You’re doing so good.”
That alone almost almost pitches Kara over the precipice. She curls her fingers into the sheets, gritting her teeth. “Soon,” she warns.
“Just say the word, baby. I’ll get you there.”
Lena starts again, taking her time tracing more patterns around her ultimate destination. Slowly, inevitably, the pressure building to unprecedented heights. Kara’s never been attended to like this, never been read so plainly, so intuitively. It’s as though Lena has already memorized her body, chasing every sensitive part of her with expert precision until even the ebb aches as deliciously as the flow.
When Lena brings the vibrator closer to her clit than she has so far, Kara cracks.
“Now!” she gasps.
The vibrator has hardly touched her clit when Kara hurtles over. She can’t help the cry that escapes her, loud and long and desperate. She’s never made a sound like this before. She doesn’t realize Lena hasn’t moved the vibrator before she’s tipping into a second orgasm, then a third. The last lingers for long, long seconds and only then do the vibrations cease.
The whine that Kara issues is inhuman to her own ears, but Lena only chuckles as she climbs up to check on her.
“Still conscious?”
Kara grunts plaintively, as her fingers slowly release the sheets.
“That was– whoah!”
Lena’s exclamation is swallowed by Kara’s mouth on hers, lunging for a kiss before full conscious thought has even returned. Lena melts into it, letting the kiss deepen and last until Kara is the one to break it.
“Amazing,” she finishes Lena’s sentence for her. “That was amazing. You’re amazing.”
Lena’s cheeks flush under the praise. “And you,” she returns, “are a glutton for punishment. You lasted longer than I thought you would. Much longer.” She licks Kara’s upper lip so sensually, it almost makes Kara ask for another round. Almost. “Good girl.”
Kara sighs. “I don’t know if I can return the favor,” she confesses. It kills her to say it, but she barely feel her toes. Lena laughs. “I’m sorry…”
“Please,” Lena dismisses, still laughing. “That’s possibly the greatest compliment I’ve ever gotten.”
Kara blinks. “Ever?”
“Ever,” Lena confirms. She smiles, her eyes warm and full of comfort as she gazes down at Kara. “How about an early night then?”
A sigh escapes Kara. “That sounds…”
“Amazing?” Lena teases.
“Yeah,” Kara confirms contentedly. “Amazing.”
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Kara: I appreciate it, Lena. But that is not what’s going on with me.
Lena: Okay. Then what is? You can tell me, you know.
Kara: It’s personal.
Thank you to this post by @luthor-zorels for reminding us how superior this scene is.
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The second they got home, Kara and Lena plopped down onto the couch and Gabriella and Nixon sat down on the floor in front of them.
“Well, that was a day.” Kara groaned. “Let’s never do it again.”
“Agreed.” Lena, Gabriella and Nixon said in unison.
“And Gabriella, as much as I don’t want you to have a boyfriend at all, if you are going to have one, please pick more wisely.” Kara said.
“Yes, ieiu.” Gabriella said, rolling her eyes.
“Did you tell Mandy everything?” Lena asked.
“I did, but can she come over tomorrow for dinner?”
“Absolutely.” Lena said.
"It will be nice to have her over." Kara said.
"Can I go to her house now as well though?" Gabriella asked.
"Go for it." Lena chuckled
"And can I go to auntie Alex?"
"Child free few hours for us." Kara smiled. "Of course, bubs."
"Oh, but before you guys go," Lena started, "Nixon, $10 in the swear jar and Gabriella $5."
"Oh, come on." Nixon groaned, pulling money out of his pockets."
"The jar applies to the whole house." Lena smiled
"You need to put in some money too." Kara whispered
Lena rolled her eyes and Lena and the kids put their money into the jar.
This is a small part of a absolute nonsense fic that I wrote. It makes no sense, it's chaotic. Idk. But yeah. The premise is that Kara and Lena have a lecture at their kids school and they say too much.
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Sunlight (It's Marvelous!)
The one where Kara watches her beautiful Lena sleeping, basked in a sunlit glow, and can't take it anymore!
OR
The one where Kara simply just can't wait any longer to propose.
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Been a hot minute since I posted some words. You can find them here.
(CH: 1/1 - Words: 3,440 - 01/05/24)
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Baby Kara???
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We are all part of the Lena Luthor fanclub tbh
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Day 293
Supercorp have a date, Ripley decides to join in.
Art by the incredible @rustingcat
Latest chapter available here:
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Would you agree that the best opening move in chess is disorienting your opponent by kissing them senseless
Supercorp au where they're championship chess rivals and Lena realizes that Kara does worse when she wears low cut shirts
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Fundraiser masterpost
Latest update: 28/04/2024.
This is a masterpost for the evacuation fundraisers I've vetted so far. The numbers next to the names have no significance beyond ease of navigation for me for when I check their progress in the future. You should look at the disclaimers instead and focus on those. Occasionally I will update these with new info, including new fundraisers, and the amount of cash that's been raised. Check in regularly on the original post when you see it being reblogged. In all likelihood once its reached you it's already outdated. This post is part of this masterpost (LINK TO BE INCLUDED, NEW WAVE OF POSTS COMING 01/05/2024) series compiling fundraisers for Ghazzah and Sudan. I focus on Ghazzah as I am Palestinian and am more equipped to do verifications as I'm more familiar with my own country and its politics and dialect, but if I know a fundraiser for a Sudanese family is legit I will include it here.
Walaa Abusamra (1). 10 family members. 28.4k out of 80k €.
Ezzideen Shehab (2). 6 family members. 9.7k out of 32.5k €. LOW ON FUNDS.
Madleen Abu Jayyab (3). 4 family members. 18.7k out of 70k USD.
Jehad Shehada (4). 1 individual. 3.5k out of 15k CAD. LOW ON FUNDS.
Aser Alassar (5). 5 family members. 405k out of 550k SEK. Or 37k out of 51k USD.
My friend Mona Abu Hamda (6). 9 family members. 62.6k out of 75k USD.
Mohammed Shamia (7). 7 family members. 10.7k out of 35k USD.
Abdullah Al-Saghir (8). 9 family members. 68.2k out of 100k €.
Randa Abubakr (9). 6 family members. 14.6k out of 17k €. COMPLETED ✅
Fadi Alshrafi (10). 9 family members. 54.5k out of 85k USD. (1 evacuated)
Osama Abdelrahman. (11). 9 family members. 35.2k out of 45k €. (1 CHRONICALLY ILL CHILD, NEEDS TREATMENT)
Alhaw family and the Albittar family (12). Between 18 and 12 family members. 8.8k out of 90k €. (EXTREMELY LOW, NEEDS FUNDS)
Verified Fundraiser by Palestine Asdiqa to help a malnourished baby with cerebral palsy. (13) 7.7k out of 31k USD. (URGENT + CHRONICALLY ILL CHILD, NEEDS TREATMENT)
Rana Abu Ahmed (14). 6 family members. COMPLETED ✅
Mohammed Abu Matar (15). 6 family members. 9.9k out of 34k CAD.
Moataz Abu Sakran (16). 3 family members. 12.4k out of 20k $ ORIGINAL CAMPAIGN COMPLETE, NEEDS TRANSFER FEES COVERED. 629$ out of 5k needed.
Ayah Abu Sidu (17). 10 family members. 15.8k out of 50.4k USD.
Said Fadel (18). 7 family members. 19.7k out of 50k USD.
Tasneem Nabil Musa (19). 7 family members (ALL INJURED, NEED MEDICAL CARE.) 10.5k out of 50k USD
Belal Azmi Msallam (20). 14 family members. 7.1k out of 160k AUD. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.
Mortaja Family (21). 11 family members. 28k out of 70k €.
Abu Ramadan family (22). 14 family members. 10k out of 148k €.
Mai Rajab (23). COMPLETED ✅
Amal Abu Shammala (24). 4 family members. 33.7k out of 42k €.
Maryam & family (25). 30.3k out of 50k USD.
Haneem Abdelhalim (26). 8 family members. 31.8k out of 40k USD raised.
Ahmed Masoud (27). 12 family members. 10k out of 60k €.
Mohammed Fareed (28). 30.2k out of 60k CAD.
Lena Nofal (29). 42.5k out of 44k € (NEARLY COMPLETE, original family registered to evacuate, extended family are being helped now)
Rasheda Alfaiomy (30). 6+ family members. 27.5k out of 65k USD.
Ula El Hindi (31). 1+ individuals. 8.6k out of 15k €.
Muhammad Safi (32). 5+ family members. 4.5k out of 30k BP. LOW ON FUNDS.
Yazan Khalaf (33). 18 family members. 16.9k out of 40k USD.
Afaf Masoud (34). 5+ family members (2 evacuated). 83.8k out of 110k €.
Motasem Khayal (35). 5 family members. 1k out of 43k € (26.5k needed for escape.) EXTREMELY LOW, NEEDS FUNDS.
Youseff Abu Saeed (36). 3 family members (1 is already out for treatment). 155k out of 200k USD.
Abdulaziz & Abdullah, escape & surgery (37). 2+ family members (1 has already been treated, 1 NEEDS TREATMENT). 96.3k out of 150k BP.
Nadine Abdullatif (38). 8 family members. COMPLETED ✅
Sami Salhab (39). 6 family members. COMPLETED ✅
Jehad Al Ghandour (40). 5 family members (1 already evacuated). 31k out of 100k USD
Mahmoud Algharabli (41) COMPLETED ✅ (check last section for more info)
Dr. Marah & family (42). 2+ family members. 7.2k out of 40k USD. LOW ON FUNDS.
Khaled Alshabrawi (43). 5 family members. 1.5k out of 35k € (25k needed for escape, but will begin with 10k for stable housing). LOW ON FUNDS.
Muhammad Osama Alzaq (44). 5 family members. 3.1k out of 60k BP. LOW ON FUNDS.
Mohammed Wishah (45). 7 family members + 1 pet. 7.9k out of 71.5k €. LOW ON FUNDS.
Muhe Ayman (46). 5+ family members. 6k out of 60k €. (CAUTION: If you scroll down in the GFM there are photos of mutilated and dead babies.) LOW ON FUNDS.
Abdallah Animal Rescue (47). 1 individual + lots of pets. 34.5k out of 40k USD. (NEARLY COMPLETE)
Haya Orouq (48). 5 family members (1 injured, NEEDS TREATMENT). 35.9k out of 50k.
Retaj Abu Abdo (49). 8 family members. 9.1k out of 60k USD.
Mohammed Zyad (50). 9 family members (1 MISCARRIAGE). 5.6k out of 40k BP. LOW ON FUNDS.
Souad Al-Kurdi (51). 5 family members (1 DIABETIC W/O INSULIN, CRITICAL, 1 INJURY). 3.7k out of 50k €. LOW ON FUNDS.
Mahdy Zourob (52). 1 individual. 622 out of 20k €. LOW ON FUNDS.
Ahmed Alboji (53). 5 family members. 78.4k out of 100k USD. (TIME SENSITIVE)
Sama Lulu (54). 7 family members. 5.4k out of 80k USD. LOW ON FUNDS. (CAUTION: PHOTO OF INJURED CHILD IN GFM)
Fadel Moghrabi (55). 4 family members. 33.3k out of 40k USD. (NEARLY COMPLETE)
Qosai Hani (56). 2(+?) family members. 28.2k out of 40k USD.
Khaled Khraizim (57). 14 family members. 32.6k out of 100k €.
Ahmed Raida (58). 3 family members (1 INJURED, NEEDS TREATMENT). COMPLETED ✅
Rozan family (59). 6 family members. 3.6k out of 38k €. LOW ON FUNDS.
Samah Oudh (60). 5 family members. 30k out of 35k USD. (NEARLY COMPLETE)
Qasim Al-Kafarneh (alternatively: gfm) (61). 33 family members. 1st one, 5.7k out of 80k AUD. 2nd one 86k out of 94k USD. (NEARLY COMPLETE)
Mahmoud Qassas (62). 42 family members. 6.9k out of 200k CAD. (ONE CHRONICALLY ILL, NEEDS TREATMENT)
Hussam Ramadan (63). 14 family members. 14.8k out of 148k USD. LOW ON FUNDS.
Sana'a & Sujood (64). 8 family members. 8.8k out of 50k BP. LOW ON FUNDS.
Yousef Mounir (65). 5 family members. 65 out of 50k BP. LOW ON FUNDS.
Muhammad Mounir (66). 4 family members. 1.1k out of 45k BP. LOW ON FUNDS.
Hamdi Hijazi (67). 5 family members (1 NEWBORN, 1 MATERNITY RECOVERY) 889 out of 25k USD. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.
Maram Ahmed (68). 5 family members. 338 out of 30k €. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.
Dr. Alaa Raed (69). 8 family members. 6k out of 40k €. LOW ON FUNDS.
Fadi & Shahed Sharif (70). 11 family members (1 INFANT). 265 out of 62.5k USD. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.
Suheir Hojok (71). 10 family members (1 INJURED, PRONE TO STROKE, NEEDS IMMEDIATE EVACUATION). 16.3k out of 70k AUD. LOW ON FUNDS.
Haitham Gibreel (72). 7 family members (1 CHRONICALLY ILL). 340 out of 50k BP. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.
Hatem H. Rawagh (73). 5+ family members. 8k out of 40k €. LOW ON FUNDS.
Ze (74). 3 family members. 4k out of 34k USD.
Hani Al-Hajjar (75). 10 family members. 1.7k out of 50k €. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.
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Kara knew something was wrong from Lena’s heartbeat. That alone, the barely detectable change in rhythm and tempo, was enough, but her breathing was erratic and as Kara drew nearer, drifting through the afternoon air, she could hear the soft sobs.
A bad feeling had come over Kara. Things had been quiet between the two of them ever since the wedding; there had been a strange tension between them on that happy day and Kara couldn’t say why
(she knew what she wanted it to be but didn’t dare hope)
and with Alex and Kelly away on their honeymoon, Kara had mostly been on her own. Nia was spending most of her free time with Brainy and Kara sensed a proposal coming, and she was busy preparing for her public interview with Cat Grant. She was going to rip the bandages off and reveal her identity. There was a great deal of work involved, and Kara had spent a lot of time fretting over the details, and in the back of her head she was worried about the ramifications of years spent reporting on Supergirl and using “her” as a source. It was a massive ethical dilemma, and thought it always made sense at the time…
Right now all that mattered was the heartbeat. Kara had been giving Lena the space she sensed she needed, but Jess had called Kara from the Foundation and told her that Lena hadn’t come to work in three days, and no one had heard from her. It was uncharacteristic of someone who ran her life with almost military precision. Kara had even asked Alex to text Lena, but they’d gotten the same single word replies.
Kara pulled in a big breath, feeling her stomach churn as she lighted on the balcony and slid open the door, knowing it would be unlocked. She wished Lena would stop doing that, but also felt a little tilt in her chest from knowing Lena hadn’t locked her out.
She was on the sofa, curled up on her side and asleep. She’d probably had the same pajamas on for two days and there were empty bottles of wine in a neat row on the table in front of her. Her eyes were puffy from crying and her cheeks a little raw. Kara felt an instant pang and reached for her, before stopping to deactivate her suit.
Kneeling next to the sofa, Kara touched her fingers to Lena’s shoulders. Lena woke instantly with a start, head jolting up as she sucked in a reedy breath and her heart raced explosively, sending a shock of terror up Kara’s spine.
“Oh fuck,” Lena blurted, kicking out her legs as she bolted upright. “Oh God, Kara what…”
“Hey,” Kara said softly. “I was… I’m sorry. Are you okay? I came in through the balcony. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Lena’s chest heaved as she gasped for breath, staring at Kara with watery eyes. “Are you real?”
“What? Yes, of course I’m real.”
“I must have been dreaming. It was a dream. Just a dream. I was dreaming,” Lena muttered.
Kara rose from her knees and sat down on the couch.
“Come here.”
Lena almost crashed into her, wrapping her arms tightly around Kara and squeezing hard. She smoothed her fingers over the soft dark waves of Lena’s hair and pulled her in as she began to sob into Kara’s shoulder.
“I dreamed he killed you,” Lena choked out. “He came back again and he killed you and I couldn’t stop it. It felt so real.”
“I’m fine. I’m right here.”
Lena continued to sob, her entire body shaking with the force of it. Kara wrapped her in a fierce hug, trembling as she did.
“Every time I close my eyes he’s there, and when I’m awake all I can think about is that I killed my brother.”
“That didn’t happen in this timeline.”
Lena choked out an angry, frustrated sob. “It happened for me. I aimed a gun at my own brother’s chest and I pulled the trigger. And he came back! He came back and he almost killed you two or three fucking times, I can’t count.”
“He’s gone. He’s not coming back.”
“You can’t just say that!” Lena screamed into Kara’s throat.
Stunned, Kara softened her grip on Lena, only for Lena to pull her in harder, like she was trying to climb inside her.
“Why can’t I stop mourning him? He ruined my life. He was the person I trusted most and he turned out to be a monster. He used me my whole life and my emotions were just a game to him. He tried to to kill the woman I… tortured you, took you away for months and I thought I’d never see you again. I just wanted to tell you how sorry I was and how much…”
Lena cut herself off with a sob.
“I know it’s not the same,” Kara murmured, “but when I was a little girl I worshipped my father. I wanted to grow up like him and do what he did. I was going to be a scientist too.”
“You’d have been a good one.”
Kara shook her head. “My father was responsible for the Medusa virus. A bioweapon designed to eradicate non-Kryptonian life. A weapon of genocide.”
Lena shuddered.
Kara swallowed, hard.
“My world wasn’t a paradise. It felt that way because it was simple for me. There wasn’t all the pain of learning alien ways and an alien language and controlling superpowers and everything else. My father taught and protected me and my mom maintained order. But it was wasn’t a paradise. My people were… Krypton was… I think in a lot of worlds out there, we were the bad guys. Okay, the Daxamites were slavers, but on Krypton people were born into the labor guild and did menial jobs their whole lives, while people like me were born into privilege. Is that much better?”
“I don’t understand.”
“I don’t judge you for mourning Lex, Lena. He was your protector and your friend, and it was real to you. If there’s anything I hate him for, it’s hurting you.” Kara swallowed. “The one thing I can’t abide is anyone hurting you. I’ll break all my rules to keep you safe.”
Lena’s breathing eased and Kara could feel her relax.
“I’ve been avoiding you.”
“I figured you needed space. I wasn’t sure why but I trusted you to tell me if you need to.”
There was a long, heavy pause, and then Lena said.
“Kara, I can’t do this. I can’t share you.”
“Share me?”
“When you reveal your identity,” Lena pulled back, “you’re going to be the most famous person in the word. Everyone is going to be all over you. The press, politicians, everybody, and everyone who has a grudge against you or your cousin is going to know exactly where to find you, all the time.”
“I’ll keep you safe, no one will…”
“I didn’t say anything about me. You, Kara. What about you?”
“I’m Supergirl. I’ll be fine.”
“And what about me?” said Lena.
“I told you…”
“No. What about me when I have to watch you getting beaten to a pulp by another alien? What about me when you’re in a coma on the sun bed? What about me when I see on the news that a bomb went off in your apartment and I have to wonder if it was laced with Kryptonite shrapnel? I’m not worried about people coming after me. I’m a billionaire with magic powers. I could put on a goofy costume and join the club if I wanted. I’ve already lost you so many times and I can’t do it again.”
Stunned, Kara sat with her eyes wide, not sure when exactly she’d lifted Lena into her lap.
“It’s so selfish of me,” Lena went on. “You don’t belong to me. I don’t get to make demands of you. But don’t want you to out yourself. I don’t want to lose you again. As soon as you do this you’re going to be hounded by the whole world and they’ll claw you away from me again.”
Kara’s own heart raced now, hammering in her chest. Lena sounded so desperate and so sure, clinging to a Kara like she might disappear.
“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay. It’s your choice and I have to respect it. It’s okay,” she was clearly telling herself.
“No,” Kara choked out, “no it’s not. I can’t believe how stupid I’ve been.”
“Kara,” said Lena.
“No. I have been. I can’t believe I said what I said to you at the wedding, about not being my authentic self. To you, of all people.”
Lena swallowed hard. Kara drew back and looked at her, really looked at her, drinking in the soft beauty of her eyes as she swept back a tear with a brush of her thumb. Lena’s eyes were huge, her lips trembling, and Kara felt an almost painful pang of sorrow and regret and a powerful stirring, long thrust down and buried and now clawing its way forth as Lena stared back, the deep sadness and loss in her own eyes tinged by a hint of forlorn hope.
“I can’t believe that I can see through walls and I’m so blind.”
“Kara?” Lena whispered.
“I’m calling it off. I’ll keep my secret.”
“You don’t have to do that just to please me.”
“I don’t need them. I need you. I’m yours, if you’ll have me.”
Lena’s heart raced so fast that Kara briefly thought she might have to fly her to the hospital. Instinctively, she slipped one arm under her knees and the other around her shoulders and stood, lifting Lena as if she weighed nothing.
Eyes wide, Lena bit her lip.
“What do you mean?”
“What do you mean when you say you’re mine? I need you to say it, Kara. I was too scared at the wedding. I can’t do this. I need you to.”
Oh.
Kara shifted her Lena’s weight in her arms, bring them closer together. She’d danced this dance before; she thought of the day she came back from the Phantom Zone, when she held Lena in her arms and felt the sun again and she almost did it, she almost just fucking did it…
And she did it.
She kissed Lena, already ready to sputter an apology and find a way out of this, but her words were lost when Lena’s soft lips met hers and Lena was ready to devour her, happily rocketing past chaste first kiss as she grabbed Kara with both hands and pulled her in.
Kara’s stomach flipped. She didn’t know what to do. She’d been kissed, she thought she’d been intimate, but she could see now that those things had been mere stimulation and nothing more. Something soared inside her as she had soared in the sky the very first time she flew. Joy unbridled swelled in her chest and she could feel Lena laughing exultantly into her mouth and even as tears mingled on her cheeks.
She wanted this. She wanted this. It was right here all along.
“Kara,” Lena whispered. “I…”
“Should I put you down?”
“On the bed.”
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