#what we do for love

[indubioprocoffee]

Black Cat - Suptober23

"Shit," Dean murmured. "Was that a black cat?"

"Where?" Castiel asked eagerly.

"Just outside. On the sidewalk."

"Hey, what are you doing?" Dean hissed, when Castiel got out of the car, chasing after the feline. A few seconds later he came back, gently holding it in his arms.

"NO! No cats in the car! What do you think you are doing?"

"Calm down, Dean. You had creatures in here, that were way worse."

"Yeah, and I killed every single one of 'em."

Dean was furious, but Castiel just looked at him calmly, gently caressing the kitten in his lap. "You are not going to kill this one," he said.

"Yeah? And why is that?"

A faint smile curved Castiels lips. "Because you love me."

"Right now I'm not so sure about that," Dean growled, already starting the engine to finally get home. "You know they mean bad luck, right?"

"I love you too," Cas replied, that silly smile still on his face.

[veil-jumping-into-love]

I have soooo many mixed feelings about romanced lich Emmrich. On one hand, I feel it’s the intended path to take, what his life’s work culminates to. It would be selfish of Rook to dissuade him from following that path. Much as I adore Manfred. If you truly love someone, you support them.

But even as a lich Emmrich cannot seem to come to grips with losing his Rook. He’s at peace with his own potential for death, not theirs. How can he be? His commentary upon being reunited with Rook post Solas’s betrayal strongly implies that he would go to extensive lengths to avoid parting with them. Perhaps break from his noble tenants of the mourn watch to remain with Rook. In my head, the lich path ends with Rook becoming something of a lich along side him. So their love can live on in undeath. The pain of love can be a powerful motivator.

[notquite-docbirdy]

Those of you that crave angst with a side of fluff, dinner's ready.

some CW for this chapter: suicidal ideation, self harm (not super graphic)

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

El Greco (Domenikos Theotokopoulos), Pentecost (Toledo 1600). This work depicts the moment when the Holy Ghost, in the form of flames, rests on the Virgin and the Apostles on Pentecost day in Jerusalem, as is told in the book of Acts (2: 1-5). The bald, bearded Apostle who looks out at the viewer from the right of the canvas has been identified as a self-portrait, or as a portrait of the artist´s friend, Antonio de Covarrubias. Along with other paintings in the Prado Museum (P00821, P00823, P00825, P03888), this work was painted as part of the main altarpiece for the church of the Augustine College of María de Aragón in Madrid. A sketch or autograph reduction can be found in the Zogheb collection in Paris. The signature is on the second step, in Greek letters. It was redone during an old restoration.

In 1596 El Greco was commissioned to paint the high altar of the Colegio de la Encarnación (Madrid), an Augustinian seminary better known by the name of its founder, Doña María de Córdoba y Aragón (1539-1593).

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Pentecost is an invitation to dream. For when a community of faith quits dreaming dreams, it has little to offer either its members or the wider world.

Like any good dream, these dreams involve adopting a new perspective on what's possible, rousing our creativity to free us from conventional expectations. They help us see that maybe what we thought was outlandish actually lies within reach. Maybe I can find freedom from what binds me. Maybe there can be justice. Maybe I can make a difference. Maybe a person's value isn't determined by her income. Maybe the future of our economy or our society or our planet is not yet determined. Maybe God is here with me, even if my current struggles never go away.

~ Matthew L. Skinner, a professor of New Testament at Luther Seminary Illustration : What We Do For Love ~ Catherine G Mcelroy [h/t Paul Corby]

[musewrangler]

Veers walked past him and entered the room, shutting the door firmly behind him.

“I said to let no one….!” snarled Ozzel, and then he stopped with the gleaming blade at his throat.

Before him were control panels and various screens showing the chaos in the city as well as the situation in orbit.

Amidala had not kriffed around.

Veers had never seen an invasion fleet that big in his entire career. But he was more interested in the small device that the King was holding in his left hand.

“How DARE you!” snarled Ozzel. “This is treason, Veers! I will have you killed slowly and publicly for this…!”

“No doubt,” Veers agreed. “I want the controls to all those chips you’ve implanted in people. I want them now .”

A slow nasty smile crossed the King’s face.

“Worried for your gutter trash friend?” he smirked. “If I were you, General, I would take that sword from my neck. Even if you took my head off, we both know my hand would convulse around this device.”

So he was holding it.

Kark.

[soulinkpoetry]

We suffer when love is missing, inadequate or unrequited. Because love is what feeds us, what makes us grow and blossom.

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[pyrussprite]

Real ‘I am Spartacus’ moments in @twewytransswag‘s notes rn

[demaparbat-hp]

He's never happy

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[hinamie]

post-graduation trip airport looks

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[kathrynmhahn]

WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS 6.09

[paperlignes]

WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS (2019-2024) SEASON 6, EPISODE 10: THE PROMOTION

[notquite-docbirdy]

Back at last with chapter 12! Mendel tries and fails to be a half decent psychiatrist, Marvin thinks a dog will fix all of his problems, Trina is pining, Mendel is pining, Whizzer is being a snarky bitch, Jason is pretty sure this is cruel and unusual punishment.

[petrichara]

‘Love is the one thing that we’re capable of perceiving that transcends dimensions of time and space.’

“Eulogy from a Physicist” by Aaron Freeman, with quotes from Interstellar by Christopher Nolan, and images from NASA, Interstellar, Getty, Petrichara, and Reuters.

1- NASA: GOODS-South.

2- NASA: NGC 1850.

3- NASA: Iberian Peninsula.

4- Christopher Nolan: Interstellar.

5- NASA: From the Earth to the Moon.

6- Hannah La Folette Ryan: Subway Hands.

7- Adams Evans: Heart Nebula.

8- NASA: Exploring the Antennae.

9- NASA: Crescent Moon from the International Space Station.

10- Petrichara.

11- Getty Images.

12- NASA: SMACS 0723.

13- Reuters

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

zany to me how these um actually nihilists like to pretend that "um actually love/friendship/cooperation/kindness isn't real bc we evolved that way to benefit ourselves as a species..." um YES? that's also where tool use comes from? that's where cooking comes from? am i supposed to think social bonds & tool use & cooking aren't "real" because they evolved over time instead of appearing fully formed from the ether?

sorry u can't enjoy things. im a superior being twirling a fork in my bowl of delicious noodles whilst staring in adoration at the world