Why Do You Like Pirates So Much? WHY DO I LIKE PIRATES SO MUCH?! I'm Genuinely Curious And Also A Little

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

Well, I feel called out.

Ravenclaw: Physically, I'm here.

Ravenclaw: Mentally, I'm in a pirate AU fanfic, fighting alongside my rival turned lover.

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

Good advice. If I listened earlier, I wouldn’t be here. But that’s just the trouble with me.

I've written a long-ass rant about this episode and decided to not post it. I keep it short instead. Well... short-ish. WHAT EVEN WAS THIS SHIT SHOW THAT I JUST LAID MY EYES ON TO. It had so much potential, it could be so poetic and strong and meaningful. And I'm sure it is poetic and meaningful on the paper. But the reality is just... fucking disappointing. Where is my baby angel?! Where is Castiel, the president of our clown country?!

The very last episode better be the cry worthy, soul crushing and hopeful and beautiful shit we want. Let's all manifest the gayest show finale, k? The one that we actually deserve in here.

There is no audience to perform for. No audience. You are alone, no one is seeing you. Repeat it, repeat it, repeat it and understand it. Let it sink into your mind.

A little message for my maladaptive daydreamers out there, who have a problem with their paras always knocking on the door. For the ones who always feel like someone is watching, even if you know they're not real. For the ones who are just exhausted from always being in someone's company... even if you're actually not.

You are alone. No one is there. You can let go now.

there is no audience to perform for, there is no approval, no admiration to attain. there is no role worth playing, there is no one to convince. let it go

"Reading poetry is like undressing before a bath. You don't undress out of fear that your clothes will become wet. You undress because you want the water to touch you. You want to completely immerse yourself in the feeling of the water and to emerge anew."

- Kamand Kojouri

You will forever own a piece of me that I can never take back

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