the indestructible

Great bodhisattvas know well the path of simultaneous practice of the provisional and the definitive: their intellect is free, and they reach the other shore. That is to say, they abide in nirvana, yet give the appearance of birth and death; they know there are no sentient beings, yet they diligently carry out teaching activities; they are ultimately calm and dispassionate, yet they appear to have afflictions; they abide in the one indestructible mystic reality-body of wisdom (dharmakaya), yet they manifest infinite bodies of sentient beings everywhere; they always enter meditative concentration, yet they give the appearance of experiencing sensual pleasure; they are always aloof from the triple world, yet they do not abandon sentient beings; they always enjoy the pleasures of spirituality, yet they appear to have concubines who sing and play; though their bodies are arrayed with a multitude of marks and embellishments of greatness, yet they appear as ugly derelicts; they always accumulate virtues and are free from faults, yet they manifest birth in hells or as animals and hungry ghosts; though they have arrived at the furthest reaches of buddha-knowledge, they do not abandon the body of knowledge of bodhisattvas. Even arhants and solitary-realizers cannot know such infinite knowledge and wisdom developed by great bodhisattvas—how much less can infantile sentient beings. This is the bodhisattvas fifth unique quality, the simultaneous practice of the provisional and the definitive without being taught by another.

Avatamsaka Sutra - Flower Ornament Scripture - 1066, 1067

Note on the image: Mahabodhisattva White Manjusri.

  • Arthur: Merlin, you can't hurt a baby.
  • Merlin: Well, you can hurt them. They're not indestructible.
  • Arthur: I meant it's morally indefensible.
  • Merlin: Well, what if the baby killed a man?
  • Arthur: You and your moral puzzles. I just love 'em.

turns out if your opponent cannot play cards or control creatures or deal damage to you, and you keep gaining life and have two indestructible creatures, you tend to win

We know each other! He’s a friend from work.

Okay, Tumblrfolk, you know that thing about how Kevin from Ghostbusters is secretly Thor trying to understand the human experience by Getting A Real Job?

SOMEONE GIVE ME THE STORY of how Bruce Banner temporarily signs on with the Ghostbusters when they realize that, while all of them are awesome, none of them has the specific experience with gamma radiation that they need right this second to crack this weird sticky problem about an interdimensional gateway. 

SOMEONE GIVE ME THE STORY of Bruce Banner showing up, seeing “Kevin” at the desk, and Kevin just… winks… and then goes completely overboard on the act, with the glasses and the accent and Bruce’s coffee cup somehow winding up in the fishtank, and Bruce not getting angry, not even a little bit, because when “Kevin” comes into work tomorrow morning, he’s going to find his desk buried under bubble wrap and that godawful fedora of his encased in Jell-O.

And immediately after you do that, SOMEONE GIVE ME THE STORY of Bruce Banner having science bro adventures with Holtzmann.

“So, the Autobots aren’t quite the indestructible war machines we’d hoped.”
“Don’t misunderstand. They can take serious punishment.”

watch on youtube!


Up next on weird instruments I found at NAMM: piccolo French horn, “wave” flute, Bass trumpet, and a trombone with a slide AND keys

Es una chica indestructible,
utópica, a veces,
insoportable, otras tantas.

Se precipita cuando estás por besarla
y cuando estás a punto de irte,
te sujeta de la mano aún más fuerte
porque le tiene miedo a los hasta nunca
y a los para siempre.

¿Es ella real
o es una vaga fantasía?
¿Es ella una canción
o es el verso más triste
de una melodía que todos olvidaron?

No la rompas,
no lo hagas.
Ella intenta arreglar tu corazón
a medida que entra por tus heridas.

Es la clase de chica que entra por las cicatrices,
echando saliva para que sanes,
para que cuando llegue el momento de vivirla,
no te duela ningún rincón del pasado.

Difícilmente se enamora,
pero cuando encuentra al chico correcto,
los lunes se los convierte en música
y quieres regalarle todas las sonrisas
que te resta por delante.

Quisieras vivir siempre a su lado,
pero un día, mira atrás
y empieza a caminar en reversa,
yendo de nuevo a aquel abrazo
que le hizo sentir lugar.

Know this:
This world is so big that although we often get lost on our way to better, I still believe we’ll make it.

Know this:
You may run out of words, or you may stop writing poetries, but you were, still are, and will always be worthy – of love, of happiness, of great things, and of peace.

Know this:
Some people won’t understand you, your choices, your ways, but really, it doesn’t matter. They aren’t as crucial as your priorities.

Know this:
Time is irrelevant. Anybody saying that you should be this and that, this year and/or for the next 5 years, is inane. You are the only one holding your clock – no need to rush.

Know this:
This life will push you on your knees. The universe will always find its way to make you break. But you with eyes that hold galaxies, you with a mind that dances in fire, and you with a heart that melts ice, is indestructible.

You are transient and timeless at the same time.

And you will always be fascinating.

—  mj
deal | pt 1 (m)

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

summary: the years spent working hard had really paid off and was it so wrong to want to rub that in a few faces? The cliché mean girls that often teased you for not doing anything with your hair or clothing, wouldn’t it be great to show off someone like Jungkook? High school reunion au + ceo!jeon

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part two 

Eyes like ice, cold and calculating narrow over the rim of a wine glass. Soft lips press to the polished glass, the crimson complimenting tan skin. If it weren’t for the soft dent between his brows you would have assumed he had not heard you. He takes his time allowing the wine to caress his palate, eyes closed as he savors the taste.  As always, he makes you wait until the wine glass is drained of it’s dark contents. You ponder on the taste, if it is bitter upon his tongue much like his words.

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