JUSTICE FOR SHUKRI ABDI

Michael Angelo's painting on top of the Palace of Versailles (ph. Adrianna Geo).

“At an early age I learned that people make mistakes, and you have to decide if their mistakes are bigger than your love for them.”

— The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas

Czech

Cas: „Vždy jsem přemýšlel, od toho, co jsem na sebe vzal to břemeno, tu kletbu, přemýšlel jsem, co by to mohlo být, jak… jak by mé pravé štěstí mohlo vůbec vypadat. Nikdy jsem nenašel odpověď. Protože ta jediná věc, kterou chci… je věc, o níž vím, že ji nikdy nemohu mít. Ale myslím, že vím… myslím, že teď už vím. Štěstí se nenachází ve vlastnění. Je v bytí a ve vyřčení věcí.“

Dean: „O čem to mluvíš?“

Cas: „Já vím, já vím, jak vidíš sám sebe, Deane. Vidíš se stejně, jako tě vidí naši nepřátelé. Jsi destruktivní a jsi zlostný a jsi zlomený. Jsi… jsi ‚tátův ztupený nástroj.‘ A myslíš si, že nenávist a hněv je to… že to tě pohání. Že to jsi ty. Ale nejsi. A každý, kdo tě zná, to vidí. Všechno, co jsi udělal, to dobré i to špatné, jsi udělal z lásky. Vychoval jsi svého malého bratra z lásky. Bojoval jsi za celý tento svět z lásky. Takový jsi. Jsi ten nejstarostlivější muž na Zemi. Jsi ten nejobětavější, nejvíce milující člověk, kterého kdy poznám. Víš, od té chvíle, kdy jsme se potkali, kdy jsem tě vytáhnul z Pekla, jsi mě změnil. Protože ses staral, staral jsem se taky. Záleželo mi na tobě. Záleželo mi na Samovi. Záleželo mi na Jackovi. Záleželo mi na celém světě, jen kvůli tobě. Změnil jsi mě, Deane.“

Dean: „Proč mi to zní jako loučení?“

Cas: „Protože je. Miluju tě.“

Dean: „Nedělej to, Casi… Casi.“

Cas: „Sbohem, Deane.“

I invite to all my friends to reblog Castiel's beautiful declaration of love and translate it into your languages. Because is a gift for our fandom. I will start it now.

English:

Cas: “I always wondered, ever since I took that that burden, that curse, I wondered what it could be, what...what my true happiness could even look like. I never found an answer. Because the one thing I want...it's something I know I can't have. But I think i know...I think I know now. Happiness isn't in the having. It's in just being. It's in just saying it.”

Dean: “What are you talking about, man?”

Cas: “I know. I know how you see yourself, Dean. You see yourself the same way our enemies see you. You're destructive and you're angry and you're broken. You're...you're 'Daddy's Blunt Instrument.' And you think hate and anger, that's...that's what drives you. That's who you are. It's not. And everyone who knows you sees it. Everything you have ever done, the good and the bad, you have done for love.You raised your little brother for love. You fought for this whole world for love. That is who you are. You're the most caring man on Earth. You are the most selfless, loving human being I will ever know. You know, ever since we met and ever since I pulled you out of Hell, knowing you has changed me. Because you cared, I cared. I cared about you. I cared about Sam. I cared about Jack. I cared about the whole world because of you. You changed me, Dean.”

Dean: “Why does this sound like a goodbye?”

Cas: “Because it is. I love you.”

Dean: “Don't do this, Cas...Cas.”

Cas: “Goodbye, Dean.”

Spanish

Cas: “Siempre me pregunté, desde que tomé esa carga, esa maldición, me preguntaba qué podría ser, cómo ... cómo podría verse mi verdadera felicidad. Nunca encontré una respuesta. Porque lo único que quiero ... es algo que sé que no puedo tener. Pero creo que lo sé ... Creo que lo sé ahora. La felicidad no está en tener. Está solo en ser. Es simplemente decirlo ".

Dean: ¿Qué estás diciendo, amigo?

Cas: “Lo sé. Sé cómo te ves a ti mismo, Dean. Te ves a ti mismo de la misma manera que te ven nuestros enemigos. Eres destructivo y estás enojado y roto. Eres ... eres el 'Instrumento contundente de papá'. Y piensas en el odio y la ira, eso es ... eso es lo que te impulsa. Eso es lo que eres. No es. Y todo el que te conoce lo ve. Todo lo que has hecho, lo bueno y lo malo, lo has hecho por amor. Criaste a tu hermano pequeño por amor. Luchaste por todo este mundo por amor. Eso es lo que eres. Eres el hombre más cariñoso de la Tierra. Eres el ser humano más desinteresado y amoroso que jamás conoceré. Sabes, desde que nos conocimos y desde que te saqué del infierno, saber que me has cambiado. Porque a ti te importaba, a mí me importaba. Me preocupo por ti Me preocupaba Sam. Me preocupaba por Jack. Me preocupé por todo el mundo por ti. Me cambiaste, Dean ".

Dean: ¿Por qué suena esto como un adiós?

Cas: Porque lo es. Te amo.

Dean: No hagas esto, Cas… Cas…

Cas: Adiós Dean.

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INFJ Turn Ons

Wit

INFJs are…

drawn to intelligence and they want their partners to favor intelligence as well

extremely attracted to someone with an intricate and thoughtful mind

peaked by the combination of intelligence + a great sense of humor because it keeps relationships interesting, lively and timeless

extremely turned on by someone who is witty, well-spoken and somewhat geeky

observant of physical traits; however, are often more drawn to the internal aspects of a person

impressed by anyone who can respond well to and keep up with their banter and wit — respectively, very turned on by someone who knows how to make them laugh and impress them with their rhetoric (AKA being kept on their toes)

Kindness

INFJs are attracted to…

a kind-looking face with a bit of chill demeanor to it (e.g. some natural ruggedness or bareface/natural beauty)

someone who expresses equal love for others/nature + open-mindedness

someone who isn’t rude, big-headed, or seeks to put others down for superficial reasons

someone who helps others without it being known, asked or publicized to help others

kindness that doesn’t equate to weakness

treating others how they would like to be treated

a humanitarian outlook

Certain Kind of Eye Contact

INFJs weaknesses include…

not lustful, but intriguing looks—as if the person is seeing something more in you that they desire but consciously aren’t letting their face or bodily actions express it

the occasional locked eyes from someone gets the INFJ’s attention but might throw them off their game if the timing is right (which INFJ will secretly enjoy because they often times feel like very few people can get them off their game/surprise them)

contemplative but warm eyes

being able to naturally communicate with eyes (e.g. the glances that say enough)

Quiet Confidence

INFJs gets interested in…

someone who presents “I’m capable of being on my own, and I’m not likely to back down” + respects themselves

a certain amount of confidence, a mischievous twinkle in the eye or a saucy smile (AKA a bit of “trouble” without actually being distressing) + playful teasing

someone who is comfortable enough to be independent without flaunting it — always walking to the beat of their own drum

someone who has the courage to be their honest, true self and expresses willingness to keep growing as a person

no offense but i do not have time for ppl that have no emotional depth and don’t even attempt to understand themselves or others

I have never in my life wanted to get to know stars, the night sky or anything related to astronomy. Space was never something I was interested in. But this is so beautiful and interesting, I can’t even look away.

Sometimes… there’s more than meets the eye. 👀 You’re looking at two very different takes on an iconic image. ⁣

Human eyes can see only a small portion of the range of radiation given off by the objects around us. We call this wide array of radiation the electromagnetic spectrum, and the part we can see visible light.

In the first image, researchers revisited one of Hubble Space Telescope’s most popular sights: the Eagle Nebula’s Pillars of Creation. Here, the pillars are seen in infrared light, which pierces through obscuring dust and gas and unveil a more unfamiliar — but just as amazing — view of the pillars. ⁣ ⁣ The entire frame is peppered with bright stars and baby stars are revealed being formed within the pillars themselves. The image on the bottom is the pillars in visible light.

Image Credit: NASA, ESA/Hubble and the Hubble Heritage Team⁣

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Just reread the song of achilles, haven’t stopped thinking about Patroclus committing Achilles to memory in the crystal cave with “Achilles' eyes were bright in the firelight, his face drawn sharply by the flickering shadows. I would know it in dark or disguise, I told myself. I would know it even in madness,” and later when Achilles is whisked to Scyros and Patroclus crosses the sea to find him and recognizes Achilles among the dancers and thinks to himself “Had she really thought I would not know him? I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world,” and when the Greek army finally arrives in Troy, Patroclus admires the walled city from a distance and “Later, I would see those walls up close, their sharp squared stones perfectly cut and fitted against each other, the work of the god Apollo, it was said. And I would wonder at them at how, ever, the city could be taken. For they were too high for siege towers, and too strong for catapults, and no sane person would ever try to climb their sheer, divinely smoothed face,” and a decade later he’s driven to that very act of madness by grief and violent desperation “I leap from the chariot and run to the walls. My fingers find slight hollows in the stone, like blind eye-sockets. Climb. My feet seek infinitesimal chips in the god-cut rocks. I am not graceful, but scrabbling, my hands clawing against the stone before they cling. Yet I am climbing,” and when Patroclus proves so fearsome that Apollo is forced to intervene and send Patroclus to his death, “The last thing I think is: Achilles,” and after the war when he finally joins Achilles in the underworld, “In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun,” and how Patroclus kept his promise to recognize Achilles in death, in madness, in darkness, at the end of the world.

I so understand this.

Tmw you find yourself explaining maladaptive dreaming to someone and then you realize no one asked and you’re by yourself in your room at 12 am

I want a cat so much, but I also know, that I want to change countries in a few years and I don't know what would I do with her.

But I want a cat. So for now, this is an appreciation post about cats in cute surroundings. Enjoy. 🙏

This energy is something that I want to cultivate in myself. I also deeply wish my future spouse is going to be like that.

I want them to be able to sit with our kid and do a math homework with them withou yelling and making them cry. Just calm, kind and patient people. I love them. They're the best.

that video of the guy trying to get his baby to drink orange juice and the baby spilling it all over and the man catching the juice box and inhaling and forcing himself to calm down and without raising his voice murmurs "I didn't foresee that, that was my fault" and his baby mindlessly keeps going without realizing it made a mess because his dad or uncle or whatever was so calm about it lives rent free in my head