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Izumi looked at the papers infront of her. The bills and contracts and to do-lists. Junpei wasn’t home, was still practicing at the opera, and Izumi’s body was vibrating. She needed to tell someone. Her hand hovered above the phone. She closed the calculator, opened the list of contacts. Her parents would want to know, they’d be excited. Tomoki would get jealous. Takuya would… probably be too busy with whatever he was up to. Kouichi was… Izumi glanced at the time. Kouichi was asleep and she didn’t want to wake him up.

Junpei already knew, and he was just as excited as Izumi was. But she needed to share the excitement with someone else. She couldn’t call her friends from school, she had moved away from them. She grabbed he phone and called the one person she knew wouldn’t care about the news.

Kouji answered almost immediately. His voice was barely a whisper and she heard him move about somewhere.

”Is it important?” he asked.

”I’m opening a restaurant”, Izumi said.

Her smile was so big her cheek ached. Kouji said something to someone else and then moved around again. Izumi had no idea where he was. She’d find out when she saw the phone bill.

”A restaurant”, Kouji said after a minute.

He wasn’t whispering any longer. Izumi wondered what he was up to.

”I signed the contract yesterday”, Izumi told him. ”It’s just a small thing to start with, but if it’s successful…”

She hadn’t thought too much about what she would do if it became successful, and she promised herself not to worry about that yet. Kouji sat down on the other end of the line.

”You are opening a restaurant”, Kouji said.

His voice was… Not exactly disbelief, but still sounded like he couldn’t figure out the equation. Izumi huffed her cheeks.

”I’m great at making food”, she said.

Kouji laughed.

”You are”, he agreed. ”I’m sure people would love to pay for your meals. I would if I was there.”

Izumi leaned back in the chair, stared at the ceiling. Kouji moved his phone to the other ear.

”And it’s something you want?” he asked.

”I went to culinary school”, Izumi answered.

She froze, looked at her knees. Swallowed.

”I want to”, she said. ”It’ll be fun.”

She wish she sounded as certain as she tried to. Maybe the real reason she called Kouji was because he could see through her bullshittery in a way the others never quite managed. Kouji whistled at something and she heard a bird call through the phone.

”Are you sure?” Kouji asked. ”You’re not just settling?”

”I’ve reached the age where it’s time to settle.”

”You’re giving up on being unpredictable like the wind?”

Izumi didn’t answer. Was she? Would going through with this mean giving up a part of himself?

”Is it because of Junpei?” Kouji teased.

Izumi felt her cheek get hot. She glanced at the contract on the table.

”Junpei has built a life for himself here. For us.”

”And you loooove him and you’re going to maaarry him.”

Kouji laughed. Izumi’s blush deepened.

”M-maybe! You’re one to talk! When are you marrying Takuya?”

”We eloped last year”, Kouji laughed. ”It was very romantic and Takuya lost a game the next day which was hilarious.”

Izumi frowned. The restaurant she had called Kouji about suddenly seemed less important.

”But… we saw him make out with someone else yesterday”, she said.

Kouji laughed again. He stood up.

”Don’t worry about it”, he said.

Izumi was already worrying about it. She would have a stern talk with Takuya later. She sat silent, listened as Kouji moved around. Thought about the restaurant and her life in Italy.

”There’s nothing wrong with settling”, Kouji said after a minute of silence. ”Just as long as you do it for yourself.”

Izumi looked towards the ceiling. She thought about Junpei’s smiles in the mornings, how every day was always something new together with him, and yet familiar. Like how the winds always changed and were also always the same air moving around the world. Perhaps she was settling, but…

”I’m settling into something new”, she said. ”There will always be new challenges and experiences, even in something as trite as owning a restaurant.”

”As long as you’re happy”, Kouji said.

Izumi stopped for the first time in years. She looked through the window of their apartment, at the Italian landscape stretching as far as she could see. She thought about Junpei, about their past, about everything they had shared. About the friends she had made, both in Japan and Italy. About everything that had happened since that fateful day when she entered a train because a message on her phone. She sighed and smiled.

”I am”, she said. ”I am finally, truly happy.”

”Then I’m happy for you”, Kouji said.

She could hear the smile in his voice, hear the sincerity in his words. She finally understood why Junpei placed such absolute trust in Kouji that he didn’t have for the others in their group.

”I’ll come eat there next time I’m in Italy”, Kouji promised and Izumi laughed.

”I’ll make sure you get the finest food we have to serve”, she promised him back.

They ended the call. Izumi put the phone on the table, grabbed the keys to the restaurant and stood up. Today was the first day of the rest of her life and she would share it with the person who had loved her since he first saw her. She would go meet up with Junpei, pick him up when he was done rehearsing, and they would check the restaurant out together.

#windy writes #digimon frontier #kouji minamoto #izumi orimoto #junzumi #future fic #the kids are all grown now #livning their best lives #and cheating on their partners #looking at you takuya

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zvaigzdelasas · 25 days

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A diplomatic crisis has erupted between Poland and Israel following the death of a Polish aid worker in Gaza, with the Polish president denouncing a comment by the Israeli ambassador as “outrageous” and the foreign ministry in Warsaw saying it was summoning him for a meeting.

A Polish man, 35-year-old Damian Sobol, was among seven people who were killed while delivering food to besieged Palestinians in Gaza with the charity World Central Kitchen this week.

Israel has called the incident a “mistake” that followed a misidentification, despite the vehicles being clearly marked and the organisation having coordinated with the Israeli military prior to departure.

Amid shock and outrage in Poland over the incident, Israel’s ambassador to Poland, Yacov Livne, pushed back on Tuesday at what he said were attempts by the “extreme right and left in Poland” to accuse Israel of “intentional murder in the attack”.

He said on social media Tuesday that “anti-Semites will always remain anti-Semites, and Israel will remain a democratic Jewish state that fights for its right to exist. Also for the good of the entire Western world.”

Polish President Andrzej Duda on Thursday called the comment “outrageous” and described the ambassador as “the biggest problem for the state of Israel in relations with Poland”.

Duda said authorities in Israel have spoken about the tragedy “in a very subdued way” but that “unfortunately, their ambassador to Poland is not able to maintain such delicacy and sensitivity, which is unacceptable”.

Polish Prime Minister Donald Tusk, though a political opponent of Duda, voiced a similar position and said that the ambassador should apologise for issuing a comment offensive to Poles. He said that Israel should pay compensation to Sobol’s family.[...]

On Wednesday, Tusk also published a comment on social media addressing Israel’s Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu and Livne, saying “The vast majority of Poles showed full solidarity with Israel after the attack launched by Hamas on October 7. Today you are putting this solidarity to a really hard test. The tragic attack on volunteers and your reaction arouse understandable anger.”

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softduo · 8 months

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Alon Livne Fall 2022.

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book-place · 2 years

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Warnings: cursing, injuries, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Winchester brothers x sister reader, Castiel x reader platonic

*not my gif*

Summary: Throughout the Winchesters entire lives, there was only one place that brought back as much memories as it did for them. Both good and bad

A/N: This was fun to write- not the best writing- but it was fun

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

Being crammed into a car with your family was never ideal, but the Winchester’s always made it work.

That was because they didn’t have an ordinary car, they had a 1967 Chevy Impala, or as they called her, Baby.

To them, Baby was home.

True, they lived in the bunker now, but the car was something that through their hard lives, always reminded a constant.

Sam and Dean were in the front seats, per usual, while you were sprawled out across the back seats with your head against the window.

You listened to the familiar and calming sound of Baby’s engine and the quiet rock music coming from the radio as your eyes began to droop.

-•-

John glanced into the rearview mirror at his five year old daughter in the back of his car.

“Daddy?” You suddenly called to him.

“Yes, sweetie?” He answered with a small smile.

“Could you pwease turn up the radio?” You asked, your doe eyes wide.

“Of course honey.” John turned up the volume and chuckled softly when you started singing along to the best of your ability.

-•-

“I don’t know about this Dean.” You said, eyeing the steering wheel suspiciously.

“Come on,” Dean encouraged from the passenger seat, “You’re fourteen now and I think it’s time you learned. Now show me what you know.”

His younger sister hesitated for another moment before taking a deep breath and slowly putting your hands on the wheel.

Hesitantly, you put your foot on the gas, careful not to put too much pressure on it, and you slowly started rolling through the vacant parking lot.

“There you go!” Dean grinned, “Now add a little more pressure.”

You did as you were told, more confidently now, and Baby went a little faster.

“Good, good, now turn.” Dean said enthusiastically, but secretly gripped the seat just in case.

You did exactly that by turning the wheel right and soon enough you was driving around the entire parking lot, swerving, and turning confidently.

“Okay, and now the brake.” Dean said after a little while.

As soon as you did that you took Dean by surprise by throwing yourself across the seat and into his arms.

“Thank you De.” You mumbled into his shirt.

-•-

“WHOAAA WE’RE HALFWAY THEREEEEE!” Dean belted.

“WHOOAAA LIVN’ ON A PRAYER!” You continued, both grinning at the grumpy Sam in the backseat.

You and him had a huge battle for who would get to sit in the front seat, usually he won, not today though. And that seemed to put a big damper in his mood.

“Come on, Sammy!” Dean encouraged his younger brother.

“Take my hand we’ll make it I swear.” He mumbled unenthusiastically.

“That’s the spirit!” You cheered from your glorious spot in the front of the car.

-•-

“Come on! Damn it, Y/n don’t close your eyes! Don’t you dare close them!” Dean shouted at you from the driver's seat, taking a very risky long look at you through the rear view mirror.

Sam lightly but firmly kept tapping your face, trying to keep you from passing out due to the lack of blood.

“Come on, bug, keep your eyes open for just a little longer. We’re almost at the hospital. You’re going to be okay.” Sam told you, trying to sound confident for your sake, but was failing miserably when he started choking up at the end.

“It’s okay, I just need a little nap…” you lazily told the boys, trying to close your eyes without Sam noticing so that you wouldn’t get woken up again.

Of course he noticed though, and lightly slapped you, the thing you were trying to avoid.

“Stop dat,” you slurred, “das annoying.”

“You’re going to be okay.” Dean whispered, trying to convince himself more than anyone else.

-•-

“I’m not okay!” You complained dramatically, falling backwards as if being shot.

“You're fine, no shut up and deal with it.” Dean grumbled, starting to lose his patients.

“But Deannnn,” You complained, leaning forward to poke your head between Sam and Dean in the front seats, “What if I’m not fine? Then you will feel so guilty when I die!”

“You’re not dying, so for the last time, shut up and wait in the motel room.” He finally snapped.

You pouted, “But I wanna help.”

Dean sighed, softening, “I know kiddo, but this one is too dangerous for you. If we need help, I promise you will be the first one we call.”

You thought about it for a second, “Promise?” You challenged, holding up your pinkie.

“Promise.” Dean accepted, wrapping his pinkie around yours.

-•-

“Uno!” You cried, slamming down your last card.

Cass’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “But that is impossible, we only just started moments ago.”

You shrugged innocently as you started picking up the cards to play again.

“Don’t listen to her, Cass,” Sam called from the front seat, “She’s just cheating.”

You put a hand over your heart, “You wound me, brother! As if I would ever do such a thing!”

Dean rolled his eyes from the driver's seat, “Aren’t we supposed to be on a stakeout?”

“Yes.” You and Cass said in sync, already staring at your new cards intensely.

Sam chuckled while Dean yet again rolled his eyes.

-•-

You squirmed uncomfortably under the stare of Cass, Sam, and Dean.

Cass sat next to you while Sam and Dean were turned around in the front seat, “It’s not a big deal.” You mumbled weakly.

“NOT A BIG-“ Sam elbowed Dean hard in the ribs to get him to stop yelling. Screaming at you wouldn’t get them anywhere, he knew that.

Sam sighed and tried a different approach, “N/n, you were on a date.”

“I’m aware.” You snapped, gaining some of your former confidence that you had lost as soon as the three of them marched into the restaurant that you and your date were at, with looks that could kill on their faces.

Castiel seemed to stare into your soul, “I thought that humans this young were not supposed to go on dates.”

You turned her glare to the angel, “I’m fifteen! That is most definitely NOT too young!”

“It most definitely is.” Dean challenged, having a mini stare off with you.

Sam sighed, snapping in front of both of your faces so you would both blink. And when you did, you both turned your glares to him. “Listen, n/n… we’re just trying to look out for you.” He tried to reason with you softly.

“Well, I don’t need to look out for me.” You snapped, crossing your arms and leaning back grumpily in your seat.

“We were upset because we care.” He kept trying.

“It is true, Y/n.” Cass said.

You relaxed and sighed, you looked over to Dean, waiting for him to say something.

He took one look at you and sighed as well, “Sammy’s right n/n… I’m sorry for getting mad.”

You gave a small smile and threw yourself into Dean's arms, “I know you guys just do it because you care.”

Dean sighed, this time in relief and happiness, before wrapping his arms around his little sister.

“So does this mean I can go on another date?”

“Absolutely not.”

-•-

“I’m just saying!” Sam defended, holding his hands up in surrender, “It wouldn’t kill you two to eat a salad every once and a while!”

You and Dean shared a glance and then looked at your brother as if he had grown a second head, “It most definitely will.” Dean said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Salads will turn us into aliens.” You whispered, a horrified look taking over your face, as you glanced around nervously.

Sam opened his mouth then snapped it shut, not knowing how to answer that. “Isn’t… isn’t that what Dean told you when you were like- what- five?”

You nodded fearfully, eyeing Sam’s salad as if it was going to jump out and attack you at any given moment.

Dean had to bite back a laugh and then cough to cover up a small chuckle that came out.

Sam just glared at his older brother, “Dude! She’s sixteen!”

It took everything Dean had to keep a straight face, “And she can believe what she wants.”

Your eyes bounced back and forth between your brother's faces, “What’s going on?”

Sam threw Dean a bitch face until the elder of the two finally broke and sighed, “N/n, there’s something I need to tell you…”

-•-

“How about I don’t?” You offered, your face full of hope.

“You need to go to school, Y/n.” Sam told you from the front seat.

“No I don't! Do I Dean?” You turned to your eldest brother, hoping to get some backup.

Dean just pretended to be confused, “I-err… what?”

“You used to tell me all the time how useless school is when you are in our line of work!” You reminded him impatiently.

“I did?” Dean asked in fake surprise as Sam asked at the same time, “You did?” In real surprise.

Dean coughed, glancing away from Sam’s death glare, “Umm… you need to go to school n/n.”

“But you specifically told me that school is ‘boring, pointless, and useless. You won’t need it in our life of work, besides nobody wants to go to school and turn into a nerd like Sam.’” You imitated his deep voice as you quoted what your older brother had told you.

Dean's eyes widened and he looked at you in betrayal before fearfully looking over at Sam who looked like he was about to explode, “I-what? Pftt, noooo. School is definitely very, very important n/n, you should most definitely go.”

You shrugged and hopped out the door, right in front of the school, “Okay.”

Dean's eyes widened even more in disbelief as he realized what you just did, “Hey-what-get back here!” He yelled out, desperately wanting to get away from his younger brother's wrath.

You just laughed and ran through the school doors, ignoring the yelling coming from the car.

-•-

You looked back and forth between your brothers with an intimidating glare on your face.

“What’s going on?” You demanded as they avoided looking at you.

“Nothing.” Dean mumbled weakly as Sam nodded along.

“Then what is that?” You asked with a raised eyebrow, pointing to the cat that was sitting in the middle of your two brothers in the backseat of the impala.

“Okay, fine,” Sam broke first.

Dean's eyes widened and he looked to his little brother in sheer horror, “Sammy, no!”

The middle Winchester didn’t meet his eyes out of shame “We found it on a hunt, and we didn’t want to leave it alone.”

You took a deep breath to try and calm yourself down so you didn’t explode at them, “You two idiots can’t even keep a goldfish alive, and barely yourselves. Let alone a whole ass cat!”

“We’ll take it on walks and water it every day!” Dean begged, putting his hands together and shaking them at you.

Sam looked like he was about to facepalm.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, “YOU FUCKING IDIOT-“

-•-

You lolled your head to the side, looking at your half asleep brothers beside you, all in the backseat because Cass insisted on driving and when none of you could decide who was allowed to sit shotgun, he made you all sit in the back.

“I love you boys.” You mumbled before closing your eyes in the car that held so many memories for you.

You were asleep before you could even hear all three of them chorus it back.

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moonbear-from-space · 2 months

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So that new Venom 3 title the last dance, that could mean so different many things!! For some reason this song came to mind Livn' La Vida Loca idk why but hey its a very catchy song that's fun to dance to. But also there's that saying"save the best dance to last" like maybe thats what they mean by that? There saving the best thing for this last and final movie. But who knows it's gonna be fun to think about and theorise until we get that first trailer.

Also the date of the movie has been moved to October 25th which as I like to say October month is Venom month. But I do hope that still gives enough time for those finishing touches to the movie and no one will get rushed for it or maybe there making it shorter as there almost close to be done? Who knows, they did finish filming a while back and all.

So for now we can only hope for the best for this third and final movie and I will be there day 1 to watch it. So hope you're all ready Symbrock fans and monster enjoyers alike because we might be in for something special.

Still giving out hope that Raimi Venom/Eddie will have some post credit scene together even if it's short it's better than nothing.

#venom the last dance #venom 3 #venom movies #venom #eddie brock #symbrock #eddie and venom #marvel #hoping this movie will be fun and enjoyable #it doesnt have to perfect just good enough to be camp and fun thats all it needs to be #my dumb posts #also i cant wait for people to start doing more fan art of these two again i look forward to the day tumblr goes fully feral for symbrock

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stillunusual · 24 days

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Israeli Telegram channel refers to a humanitarian aid worker killed by the IDF as a "Polish Nazi"…. The above image was posted on an Israeli Telegram channel called "Terrorists From A Different Perspective", which features pictures of people killed by the IDF and makes fun of them and their deaths.

The channel has 126,000 subscribers.

The photo shows the dead body of Damian Soból, one of seven humanitarian aid workers killed in April 2024 by an Israeli drone that fired three missiles at a World Central Kitchen convoy, which was escorting an aid truck to a food warehouse in Gaza.

According to Haaretz.com: …."at some point, when the convoy was driving along the approved route, the war room of the unit responsible for security of the route ordered the drone operators to attack one of the cars with a missile. Some of the passengers were seen leaving the car after it was hit and switching to one of the other two. They continued to drive and even notified the people responsible that they were attacked, but, seconds later, another missile hit their car. The third car in the convoy approached, and the passengers began to transfer to it the wounded who had survived the second strike in order to get them out of danger. But then a third missile struck them"….

Damian Soból was from Przemyśl, in Poland. He was 35 years old and had also previously provided humanitarian aid to Ukraine.

The Hebrew text underneath the image translates as follows: "Let's say good morning to the Polish scum who is now together with his ancestors, Adolf Hitler's soldiers, deep in the furnace of hell. Rumour has it that after his death the name of the Polish Nazi was changed to Robert Lewandowski"….

The posting of this image and the emojis at the bottom of the screen speak volumes about the delightful folks who subscribe to this channel.

Referring to Soból's ancestors as "Adolf Hitler's soldiers" and calling him a "Polish Nazi" is also a calculated insult to the millions of Polish slavic victims of Nazi Germany.

The targeted killing of Damian Soból and his fellow aid workers understandably caused public outrage in Poland, after which the Israeli ambassador Yacov Livne appeared on Polish TV to deliver a few half hearted words of condolence while playing the victim and whining about antisemitism. When asked about the high levels of anti-Polish sentiment in Israel, he claimed it doesn't exist….

#damian soból #damian sobol #RIP #world central kitchen #poland #polska #israel #palestine #gaza #IDF #wtf #2024

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