#for my heart

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anhane chus 🫶

[cryptamen]

Ohh I get it now...Wallace wants Scott but not forever just to fuck and cuddle but he loves him as a friend forever and Scott is unaware hes bi and pretends that Wallace isnt actually his best friend so its causing this unnecessary tension.

If they were already fucking, them not being together wouldnt be a problem. For most people at least. Cause theyd still be in love just not like that.

I understand....I do think they should have sex just once. For the people.

[boredth]

Running away is easy

[the-monkey-ruler]

i think it's cute how (to my knowledge) zbj is the only one of the pilgrims who has a spinoff story where swk erases his name from the death ledgers :> i think it pairs well with the semi-common post-canon narrative of zbj going to live on huaguo shan. it's like he's really part of the family now ❤️ (story is 十八罗汉斗悟空:孙悟空两情猪八戒)

I've never heard of this story before but WUKONG starting shit just cause the Arhots were getting more attention PLEASE!

He just drags Bajie with him XD

I love they immediately go to get Wujing to come help but hate that it was all a trap because this imagine is so cute of the three of them just hanging out.

THEY ARE SO SWEET TOGETHER! I love stories where after the journey they are still such close friends/family. Drop of a hat would just join each other to beat up some guys no questions asked. But boooo this guy turns out to be the Arhat after their butts.

But still a lot of great moments of Bajie and Wukong fighting together! Do love that they still continue the trend that Wukong has trouble fighting under water and him asking Bajie for that help makes a lot of sense with him used to be the Marshall of the Heavenly Reeds.

But still Bajie isn't nearly as immune to elements nor has the same stamina as Wukong does, making him tire out quickly and being more prone to magical attacks.

八戒想了想，道：“我倒是想起早年学过一门八面玲珑功，此功虚头巴脑，对敌全然无用，但今天正用得上，他无影无相，我只求滴水不漏，或许可以破他这路拳。”

说罢他强打精神，分出七个分身，“推窗望月，蛟龙出水，猛虎下山，回首掏……”招式纷繁复杂，虽然没有半分实力，却十分好看。

悟空笑道：“倒也不负这名，果然八面玲珑，世人皆喜这套，纵使无半分力气，却可立于不败之地也。”

Wukong! Is that a genuine compliment?! I never thought I would see the day! I bet that his moves were beautiful!

This is my first time seeing Bajie with his own clones so that is pretty neat to witness in another story.

I'm SCREAMING at this page please! Look at Wukong! He has no regrets!

<3

此刻他以闪电瓶轰击，有制高点优势，已立于不败之地。悟空不怕闪电，但八戒这边就苦了，趴下找路逃命，裤子被炸得稀烂，如芒刺在股，无力再战。

八戒趴在地上，听雷声渐渐小了，仰起头一看，一座巨型金塔正凌空劈来，悟空眼疾手快一把把八戒推开，这才没被罩入塔内。

Wukong is such a homie, he knows that Bajie doesn't have the same immunities as him and even pushes him out of the way when he is prone.

八戒虽然惧怕罗汉法宝，但他就盯住过江罗汉，俩人正是对手，拳来耙去，直斗得愁云惨雾，日头偏西。

But also good on Bajie for not backing down either! He is clearly scared and feels outmatched but he refuses to back down. Love that about him, always a coward but he ain't a doormat.

体高罗汉见过江罗汉无法取胜，就拿闪电瓶对准八戒，一连串闪电直刺过来，八戒吓得一哆嗦，压低云头，躲到了流沙河中，找到一片荷叶，把鼻子埋了进去。

这边悟空不再需要顾忌八戒，金箍棒变大变粗，将方寸山棍法解数全部丢出来，形成一张紧密的棍网。虽然被围在核心，他还是哈哈大笑：“任你们罗汉花招再多，谁也进不了俺的棍网！”

Also that even when Bajie does go to hide in the river Wukong sees this as more advantageous than anything as he can finally go all out. He was holding back cause Bajie was in his line of fire but now he is out of friendly-fire range he can do maximum damage without worry!

悟空战退了四罗汉，再来寻八戒，发现八戒已不在荷花池，连连高叫无人回应。

不知八戒吉凶如何？请看下回分解。

Is Bajie okay? I can't tell in the end if he was passed out or he scampered off completely.... I hope he is okay...

But still this was a great story! Thank you so much for recommending me this I had such a great read! I love seeing stories where the pilgrims still get together and get into trouble at times! Especially when it is still very in character and so much fun!

If someone can tell if Bajie okay thought :'-) please I have to know!

[kermitttttt]

just finished the end of time. don’t ask how i feel. simply. don’t

[vroom-vrooms]

I am MOURNING having Max in the back dramatic ass he’s starting 11th but I am THRIVING with Ferrari’s results

[galdrgobrrr]

Happy birthday to this nerd

[soccerpunching]

haruna and natsumi committing a consensual workplace relationsh--

[mellyoraa]

Can you imagine that I've had a solid Eurovision 2023 Top 5 for like 2 months and then Luke Black came along in Semi 1 and just took over my heart completely and knocked everyone the fuck out

[meduseld]

I realize that the reality is probably that Travis genuinely *doesn’t know* where Wrayne Agrupnin is because he didn’t think of it and it doesn’t matter in story, but I’m thinking that between her being gone, Cerrit ducking Orwyn’s dinner invite, and his whole sad reflection on what the job has taken from him and not going to their bedroom: she left because it was too much and they were separated with some hope of reunion but now.......... well the kids are safe with her and Cerrit’s memory will be a blessing

[lightly-toastedd]

every day i open tumblr dot com and see art of hot twunky men and im like oh whos this and check the tags to find that its fucking ninjago on my dashboard again

[pain-to-my-auchocolat]

gotta get into wintersport mode, because from tomorrow on it’s finally a weekly issue🥴😂

[spooksier]

young artist posting your work online, heed my warning. im holding your face so gently in my hands, you have to stop caring about numbers right now and start caring about making the weirdest and most self-indulgent art you possibly can

[hjarta]

[leiandroid]

"free palestine," he shouted until his last breath. aaron bushnell, we will never forget you.

as much as bushnell's actions has moved us all, please seek other ways to take actionable measures against the injustices we face in the world. none of us wanted him gone, and the least we can do is prevent another such tragedy by supporting each other in our efforts to enact lasting change.

[hamletthedane]

I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.

What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.

What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.

What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.

The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.

And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.

But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.

I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.