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tomfowlery · 1 year

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there's something particularly demented in the fact that, in del Toro's version of Pleasure Island, a land of disobedience is instead a fascist youth camp, similarly destructive and damaging to the psyche—only that this was a reality children had to face, making the sight only that more twisted. while the og Disney film ends with the kids as servants and slaves, these kids aren't even given the choice to live.

both versions had kids trying to act like adults, but while the original had kids transform due to acting out of line, Toro's aren't spared. they're given little opportunity to escape or think for themselves, and are instead killed both by fascism's cruel instruments and adult arrogance.

#del toro pinocchio #del toro's pinocchio #pinocchio #guillermo del toro #don't wanna put too many tags on this but anyway #the Emotions this film gives me!!!!! augh!!!!#also ik u dont technically see the kids die but i mean. it's pretty much implied ain't it. or at the very least scarred n needing to —#pick up the pieces

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mamabearcatfanfics · 1 month

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Chapter 8 of Pick Up the Pieces is available now on AO3! Forgot to put this on Tumblr yesterday when I first posted it.

You get a bonus pic of Belle and the little spuds because they are not in this chapter.

Also, this chapter contains a car crash scene. There are medical procedures, and children injured. Blood is mentioned. Also please note, I am not a health professional, just a regular nerdy person who likes reading and watching far too much medical drama. I've made every effort to describe injuries and treatments correctly, but this is a fanfic, not a medical journal. Anyway, enjoy.

And Happy Easter to those who celebrate!

#pick up the pieces #mamabearcat fanfics #inukag fanfic #inukag modern au #inukag #doctor inuyasha #doctor kagome #foster dad inuyasha

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momentsbeforemass · 1 month

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Fear

“Fear is the pain of anticipated evil.”

Aristotle said it. The moment you hear it, you know it’s true. Because Aristotle was just spelling out something that all of us know on a gut level.

That things could go wrong? It’s a source of fear for all of us. Because we all know that it’s going to happen. The only questions are what and how often.

What makes it worse? Knowing that people will turn on you.

Either by taking advantage of you when it all goes wrong. Or making sure everyone knows about it. Maybe both.

Scattering the pieces of everything that broke. As if nothing ever went wrong in their lives.

When someone you thought was a friend turns on you? It’s even worse.

When it all falls apart, you find out who your true friends are, who loves you unconditionally.

Jeremiah shows us time and again that no matter whether it all breaks down because of something that happened to us. Or it’s something that we did to ourselves. Maybe both.

No matter why things went wrong.

God still loves you. Unconditionally.

No matter who turns on you.

God won’t.

No matter how things fall apart.

God will always be there for you.

God will always help you pick up the pieces.

Today’s Readings

#Fear #Falling Apart #Loss #Pick up the pieces #God is there for you #God will never give up on you #God #Jesus #Catholic #Christian #Church #Catholicism #Aristotle #Moments Before Mass

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grapenehifics · 3 months

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WIP Wednesday

I'm back to working on PIck Up the Pieces (slower than I'd like, but ain't that the story of my life) and @underacalicosky expressed particular interest in this scene:

It had been a good dream. Anakin didn’t get a lot of good dreams, even before the war, and certainly not during. But this one had been a good one. Obi-Wan had been in it, and he’d been smiling at Anakin, and Anakin had smiled back, and then the details had gone sort of fuzzy for a while but it ended with the two of them touching, Anakin’s hips pressed flush with Obi-Wan’s, and Obi-Wan had reached down and brushed his fingertips over Anakin’s cock through his pants, still smiling all the while…

Anakin didn’t open his eyes but he couldn’t help the corner of his mouth twitching up at just the memory. He’d felt pleasant heat burning low in his gut and had circled his hips, looking to stretch the moment out and enjoy the sensation, phantom as it was. He’d known it wasn’t real, even while dreaming, but it was very enjoyable to pretend.

Anakin shifted his hips again, now, wondering if maybe he could snatch even a little of that pleasure back again before anyone else woke up, and then he froze. His cock caught on a wet spot in his leggings.

Oh, fark. In his sleep, Anakin had done what his body nearly always did – gravitated toward the warmest thing in the room. As usual, at least lately, that thing was Obi-Wan’s body. Anakin was currently plastered to Obi-Wan’s side, one leg tangled in the bedsheets and thrown over Obi-Wan’s bad knee, effectively trapping him in place – and giving Obi-Wan’s thigh a front-row ticket to the party going on in Anakin’s sleep pants.

He hurriedly squeezed his eyes shut, took a shallow breath – inhaling too much of Obi-Wan’s scent was probably a bad idea, just now, and would produce an opposite effect to what he was trying to achieve – and thought about the least-sexy things he could think of. It was a list he’d started assembling just after starting puberty. For some unfathomable reason Obi-Wan had taken one look at Anakin’s gangly, smelly, pockmarked, sweaty, fourteen-year-old body and decided, ‘now is the perfect time to start full-contact sparring’. Anakin had not only had to deal with his voice cracking, but also regularly found himself pinned to a training mat by an absurdly attractive, well-muscled twenty-four-year-old who he also shared an apartment with and was somehow expected to not get a raging boner about it, at which he’d failed probably fully at least three-quarters of the time. Obi-Wan had ignored it, of course – had ignored pretty much everything weird that Anakin’s teenaged hormones were making his body do – but he’d also let go of Anakin’s wrists and jump back as if he were scalded, turning his back and mumbling, ‘yes, of course, anytime’ when Anakin asked if he could be excused to go to the ‘fresher. They both knew what he was going to do in there, but Obi-Wan kept up the charade and teased Anakin about having a small bladder for years.

#obikin #wip wednesday #pick up the pieces

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spinningjupiters · 1 year

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Otherwise //

Sun flowers on graves

Dandelions in the wind

Abloom weighed down branches

Spring laden sweet scent

Of life breathing within

White flowers by the river side

And clear skies nestling a horizon of possibilities

Crimson sunsets

And a rising jaundiced moon

My beloved tells me this isn't love

I think otherwise

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euesworld · 2 years

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"Pick up the pieces of my heart and glue them around yours, cause it would make the most beautiful art.."

My heart may have been broken 100 times, but when I met you.. I felt like I was healing for the first time in my life - eUë

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insanescriptist · 10 months

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About my previous ask about a list of family/history: Coyote's a Superbi, Xanxus's Cavallone, Giotto was a Alliata (so is Nana and Iemitsu's mom). Right?

Xanxus' parentage does tend to change fic to fic, but in Pieces, he is a Cavallone

Giotto's not an Alliata, because they didn't exist when he was born. They formed later, when his friend married his baby sister iirc. Pieces was kinda years ago.

Iemitsu's mother is an Alliata.

Nana's mother is a Japanese lady.

#Izzy answers #khr #pick up the pieces

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plus-low-overthrow · 1 year

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Instrumental Spectrum - Pick Up the Pieces (TAG)

Average White Band cover.

#Instrumental Spectrum #Pick Up the Pieces #average white band #versions #awb #funk #instrumental funk

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theproblemsofdonhi · 25 days

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Big Luffy finds a weird looking cat.

#no but honestly what was lucci thinking picking up this fight????#like... did he thought all that shit about luffy in the papers was fake news or something?????#is he stupid?#one piece #one piece luffy #monkey d luffy #rob lucci #gear 5th #gear 5 luffy #sun god nika #nika #my art #drawing

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galaxyspeaking · 8 months

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stoking the flame.

#zosan #opla #zoro x sanji #roronoa zoro #one piece netflix #I’m here for the drama mama #the tension #you ever pick up your lighter from the ground and bam crotch shot #one piece #black leg sanji

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ethelledraw · 25 days

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"A winter with papa"

I started these drawings in November, so please pretend it's still winter 🥶

#can't wait for christmas guys!#Mihaw will pick up Zoro later #one piece #black leg sanji #sanji #roronoa zoro #zosan #red leg zeff

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mamabearcatfanfics · 3 months

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Chapter Five of Pick Up the Pieces is now available on AO3! A sneak peak for you.

Inuyasha was sitting with his back against the truck’s rear tyre, and involuntarily Kagome shifted closer – close enough so she could feel the comfort of his big body against hers. She was holding Shiori, but the feel of one little child wasn’t enough contact. She needed as much reassurance as she could get. She needed to feel that she wasn’t alone, that the terror of the fire was over.

Belle was settling down amidst her pups, nuzzling each, doing her eternal check, and the dog’s rump was firmly settled against her leg. Belle too, it seemed needed comfort.

“Hey, more blankets,” someone called from the shadows, and produced a pile of thick wool to spread over all of them. Dry soft wool. Lovely. Kagome tucked a corner of it under her behind to stave off the chill of the cold ground.

Amazingly, Shiori was back to being herself. She wriggled out of Kagome’s grasp and ventured to the end of the fire truck, taking a blanket with her. Kagome watched her small face transform from fear and shock to wonder. Firefighters, Hoses, pumps, water. This was obviously now an adventure to her.

But not yet to Kagome. Not for Shippō and not for Inuyasha. She sniffled, feeling a bit desperate. And Inuyasha’s arm came round her shoulders.

“It’s okay,” he said softly. “We’re safe. Thanks to you.”

#mamabearcat fanfics #inukag fanfic #inukag #inukag modern au #pick up the pieces #doctor inuyasha #doctor kagome #foster dad inuyasha #sometimes exceptionally smart people can be so dense

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soaked-doors · 4 months

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one of those nights

#one piece #zolu #zoluna (implied LOL)#surprised no one on twt picked that up #post arlong park if tht also wasn’t clear I wish we got to see the boys dozing or something bc they truthfully went thru the wringer #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #one piece fanart #my art

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grapenehifics · 2 months

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WIP Wednesday

I was venting to @palfriendpatine66 this week that I *want* to be sharing bits of this fic as I work on it, because I am happy with it and every once in a while I write something that makes me go "oh hell yeah!", but I *also* gave myself a totally made-up and self-imposed rule that I not share anything that could reasonably constitute a spoiler until I've finished. Which I now regret, a little, because it's really hampering my WIP Wednesday participation, but I've made it this far so at this point I should just stay the course. So...that's a long way of saying, here's a bit that I like, but with as much identifying information pulled out of it as possible.

Obi-Wan moved into position and straddled the back of the speeder bike behind Anakin. And, look. If pressed, Anakin would swear up and down that he hadn’t chosen a single-seater on purpose; it had simply been all the shop had in stock at the time, and he wouldn’t even be lying about it because this bike had been all the shop had available. But if the Force or the galaxy or simply Anakin’s inborn luck had seen fit to grant him a boon that afternoon and give him use of a bike which required Obi-Wan to press his entire body from shoulder to inner thigh against the back of Anakin’s, hook his chin over Anakin’s shoulder, and grip Anakin’s waist tightly between his hands, well…who was Anakin to complain about a good thing?

He also had not been lying when he’d told Obi-Wan he was good at riding pillion. Obi-Wan was good at riding pillion – certainly better at it than when they’d tried it the other way ‘round, Obi-Wan driving and Anakin behind him, sniping criticisms the entire way until Obi-Wan had finally snapped, ‘Do you want to drive?’ and Anakin had shouted back, ‘YES!’ so loudly Obi-Wan had nearly fallen off. He kept firmly seated but didn’t grip uncomfortably tightly. He read Anakin’s body language without needing to be asked. When Anakin braked or changed gears, Obi-Wan turned his head to the side so that his forehead didn’t collide with the back of Anakin’s head. He almost seemed to anticipate Anakin’s movements, leaning left or right instinctually to help Anakin take a corner or, conversely, would lean the opposite direction if Anakin was in danger of skidding. (Not that Anakin had ever purposefully or accidentally laid their bike out, of course! Just, you know, hypothetically.) He kept his weight back on the downhills and leaned forward on the uphills. He kept his feet to himself and didn’t get his boots or his clothes tangled up in the chain or, worse, Anakin’s boots. He kept quiet, let Anakin concentrate on the road, and (unlike Anakin) he never backseat-drove or offered any advice. He kept his focus on the road and on anticipating Anakin’s movements and changes in balance.

And, well, if he looked extraordinarily pretty while doing all of that…that was just an extra perk for Anakin, he supposed.

“Goggles,” Obi-Wan reminded him now, and then reached forward and put Anakin’s over his eyes for him before doing his own. Only then did he push his hands up underneath Anakin’s jacket and rest them on Anakin’s waist again, just above the hem of his trousers.

“R-ready?” Anakin asked, which just the smallest hint of a hitch in his voice. He willed his stomach muscles to stop clenching and calm the fuck down for a second.

Ahsoka let go of the handlebars with one hand and tapped Anakin’s right knee, which was her signal for ‘ready’.

Obi-Wan kissed him on the side of the neck.

Anakin opened the throttle and gunned it down the road.

#wip wednesday #obikin #pick up the pieces

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spinningjupiters · 1 year

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Mothers //

My paternal grandmother

Tended to her

Kitchen garden

Every day

It was as though

She had created

Something to nurture

When her children grew up

And needed her less

My maternal grandmother

Created a home

With so much meticulous love

It seemed it would never break

Or perish

Both were so honest and present

In how they cherished

And protected

Joy and youth

As though

They both knew

How fragile it is

This fleeting need

To be needed and loved

But how lingering

The fingerprints are

Of being held with intention

And they gave

The same sense of purpose

Wrapped in a silk cloth

Of the most coveted heirloom

A story of truth

And unconditional love

Laden with the scent of sacrifice

Of silent martyrs

And quietened questions

A long pause

Between answers

Was their sleepless worry

To tend to the garden

Sever the weed outside

Those wild flowers

Needed to be loved

So they may find a home

Where no door closes

And a summer afternoon

Keeps flickering

All day

Through the glass window

Till the shadow of night

Walked in silent footsteps

A whisper of goodnight

Settled underneath the eyes

In the cracks of their smile

Within a solemn sigh

No one can decipher

The depths

Of unfathomable sense of giving

That comes with being a mother

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euesworld · 1 year

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"Darling, darling, darling girl.. did he hurt you? Give your pain to the moon and don't you feel blue.. it wasn't your fault. Pick up the pieces of your heart, glue yourself back together the best that you can.. take my hand as I whisk you off to heaven where you belong, cause that is your strength.. you are an angel, though no longer innocent. But your innocence is not lost, you can find it along the way.."

We're going on a journey straight to your soul, where the flowers never stop growing.. cause you are so truly beautiful - eUë

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